the wheeling love

My sister's situation makes me write this.
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Love is a wheel that two lovers activate and speed fill with their dreams...

Wheel turns and turns, and the centrifugal force expels what was not true.

Then the wheel slow down to turn finally back...

Love become misunderstood,

Misunderstood become anger,

Anger become hate...

Hate is a wheel that two lovers pushed with false dreams...

Where is your dream, where is your love ?

Did you dreamt enough, enough strongly ?

Did you prerared your life to recieve the dream ?

Did you prepared your heart to recieve the wheel of love ?

Love is a wheel that runs out of his axe if pushed wrongfully...

Clean your heart and tears will dry,

Care of yourself and pain will desapear,

cultivate your smile and your joy

everywhere

It is possible, even in the toilets,

and your secret garden will flower again

Of the flowers that you missed.

And I promise this to you.

your flowers will be more beautiful. Because love is a wheel-phoenix…

To All Rats....

Pendant que les rats inutiles dissertaient en cœur et faisaient des rond de leur lèvres avides,
L'homme-mystère parcourait le sable à la recherche des pépites que le soleil dépose chaque soir, chaque matin, à la frange des ondulations d'une terre qui bientôt ferait feu de toutes lumières.

While the useless rats talked heart-shaped and made circle of them eager lips,
The mystery man walked the sand in search of the nuggets which the sun deposits every evening, every morning, at undulation’s fringe of a land which soon would fire of any lights.

Pendant que de savants instigateurs de phrases flatteuses me montraient leurs crocs de hyène,
L’homme-mystère s’asseyait au creux de l’humanité et parlait aux oubliés, mendiants d’un peu de sourire, un peu de pain.

While skylful instigators of flattering sentences showed me their hyena’s fangs,
The mystery man sat down in the hollow of the humanity and spoke to the forgotten, beggars of a little of smile, a little of bread.

Pendant que les tripoteurs amoureux transits tapotaient leur clavier à la recherche de l’insaisissable courtisane suprême,
L’homme-mystère se penchait, creusait les dunes pour y trouver la rose que mille ans de sable et de vent ont façonné et l’a ramené parce que promise…

While the shady dealers, numbed by love, tapped their keyboard in search of imperceptible supreme courtesan,
The mystery man bent, dug dunes to find the rose there that thousand years of sand and wind shaped and brought it back because promised …

Pendant que les pleurnicheurs de petite maturité vomissaient leur déjeuner et leur fiel,
L’homme mystère écoutait les histoires du vent…

While the tearful of small maturity vomited their lunch and their gall,
The mystery man listened to the stories of the wind …

Dedicated to those who will recognize themselves, You all rats that the other's happiness inspire hate and jalousie...

Golden Memory Of The Sun

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Finally the best is to say nothing more.
As words are derisory... sometime.
The essential may be unspeakable...
When time is contained in ten littles minutes,
No mouth can replace the eye.
The last light of a day
Does count much more
Than a kyrielle of thoughts
Vocalized in noisy rustle...


Finally, my eyes are better story tellers…



Pictures By Jeffe

Cherihen...

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Petite Princesse du pays du désert,
J’ai croisé ton regard comme un soleil qui se lève sur l’horizon
J’ai reçu ton sourire comme l’oasis me donne la vie…

Petite Princesse du pays des mystères,
Tu m’as couvert de cadeaux
Tu m’as ouvert ton cœur avec peu de mots…

Petite Femme du pays des silences,
Tu as fait de moi un autre homme,
Par toi, j’ai encore grandi…

car par toi j'ai su
Qu'un homme et une femme pouvaient
parler ensemble par la paix de la confiance.

Petite Femme du pays des promesses
Je reviendrai toujours te saluer,
Je reviendrai à mon tour te couvrir de secrets…

Car tu es une des Princesses du monde
Gardes ton sourire pour toujours
Et pour toujours tu seras la gardienne de la paix…



Tiezy et Jeffe
Jamais nous ne t’oublierons, jamais nous ne t’abandonnerons.




Little Princess of the country of the desert,
I crossed your glance as a sun which gets up on the horizon
I received your smile as the oasis gives me the life …

Little Princess of the country of the mysteries,
You covered me with presents
You opened me your heart with few words …

Little Woman of the country of the silences,
You made of me another man,
By you, I have still increased …

Because by you I knew
That a man and a woman could
speak together by the peace of the trust.

Little Woman of the country of the promises
I shall always mean greeting you,
I shall return to my turn to cover you with secrets …

Because you are one of Princesses of the world
Keep safe your smile forever
And forever you will be the guardian of the peace …

Tiezy and Jeffe
Never we shall forget you, never we shall abandon you.

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A watch and the time

Sur le chemin de mon retour
j’ai croisé un homme…
Un de ces rares hommes occidentaux
qui ont de la sagesse dans les yeux…

Je lui racontais mon voyage,
lorsqu’il me dit :
L’Occident a des montres,
l’Orient a le temps… »

Je compris alors…



On my way back home
I crossed a man …
One of these rare western men
who have of the wisdom in eyes …
I told him my journey, when he said to me:
" Wests has watches,
the East has the time… "


So I understood …