Dogs of War in the Plains

Les chiens de guerre crachent sur nos jours
Leur obscure vision d’une vie acide.
De leurs canons et leurs fusils
Répandent leur déjections sur nos douceurs
Et nos rêves.
Je ne rêve plus.
J’ai trop peur qu’ils entrent en moi
Et sème leur terreur
dans le creux de mes espoirs.

The dogs of war spit over our days
Their obscure vision of an acid life.
Their guns and their rifles
Spread their dejections on our softness
And our dreams.
I do not dream any more.
I am too afraid they can enter me
And their terror sows
in the hollow of my hopes.




Les chiens de guerres
Envahissent mes plaines, mon sang,
Pour y violer la lumière.
Ces fous contrôlent mon monde
Sans un murmure de tristesse,
Renversent les cendres
De milliers de prières.
Je ne respire plus.
De peur d’inhaler leur puanteur contagieuse.


Dogs of wars
My plains, my blood invade,
To violate the light there.
These fools control my world
Without a murmur of sadness,
Overthrow Ashes
Thousands of prayers.
I do not breathe any more.
In fear of inhaling their contagious stink.



Les chiens de guerres ont laissé à terre
Mes mères, mes sœurs, sanglantes de hontes,
Eteintes de stupeur.
Et mes pères et frères de rejoindre leur rang
Pour à leur tour, éteindre d’autres mères,
D’autres sœurs.
Je n’enfante plus,
De peur de faire le mal
Par l’arrogance du mâle.

The dogs of wars left with ground
My mothers, my sisters, bloody of shames,
Switched off of stupor.
And my fathers and brothers to join their row
For in their turn, to extinguish other mothers,
other sisters.
I do not give birth any more,
In fear of making the evil
By the arrogance of the male.



Les chiens de guerre me font voir
Au fond de leurs yeux glauques
Les cauchemars millénaires de leur impuissance.
Ils sèment la mort sur mon lit d’amour
Ils crachent du feu faute de cracher du sperme.
Leur phallus d’acier baisant l’horizon.
Je ne jouie plus,
De peur de leur ressembler
dans leurs obscènes orgasmes.

The dogs of war make me see
At the bottom of their shabby eyes
Thousand-year-old nightmares of their impotence.
They sow death on my bed of love
They spit of fire for lack of spitting their sperm
Their steel phallus fucking the horizon.
I come no more,
In fear of resembling to them
in their lewd orgasms.





Les chiens de guerre ont envahit ma vie.
Pour ne pas être des leurs, je me suis détesté.
Ils ont saigné mon cœur de me savoir un homme.
Et je n’ai plus souri
Et je n’ai plus aimé
Et je n’ai plus voulu.

Alors une femme m’a conquis
Une mère, une sœur, une épouse.
Et j’ai à nouveau aimé.

The dogs of war have invaded my life.
Not to be theirs, I hated myself.
They bled my heart to know me a man.
And I did not smiled anymore
And I did not loved any more
And I did not wanted any more.

Then a woman conquered me
A mother, a sister, a wife.
And I loved again.


Note: Today is the last day of year 2008. nearly everywhere in the the world, people gonna celebrate the new year's day.
"Happy new year" everyone gonna sing.
Wish you can give at least five minutes of your new year to come to do something for those who gonna sing tonight "One more new year of blood"

Body Electric

Mon corps électrique
Sommeille en moi.
Je le rêve, la nuit
Et le sens vibrer le jour.

My electric body
Slumbers in me.
Dream of it at night
And feel it vibrating during the day.




Mon corps électrique
S’est réveille en moi.
Il vibre et tourbillonne
Autour de mes bras tendus.
Il étend ses faisceaux
Par delà les murs et le océans
Navigue s’en cesse
Sur les flots de l’universel.


My electric body awaked in me.
It vibrates and swirls
Around my tense arms.
It spreads its beams
hereafter walls and oceans
Navigates on the streams of the universal.




Mon corps électrique
A rejoint l’univers.
Il le traverse
A la vitesse de la lumière.
Il se mêle aux vents solaires
Et aux pluies d’électrons.
Atteignant la fusion
Mon corps électrique sait…


My electric body
Joined the universe.
It crosses it
A the speed of light.
It gets involved in the solar winds
And in the rains of electrons.
Reaching the fusion
My electric body knows …

Chakra est un mot Sanscrit qui signifie la roue ou le disque et se réfère aux sept centres d'énergie majeurs dans le corps (l'organisme). Ces sept centres sont placés le long de l'épine dorsale et lorsque sain, permettent un flux équilibré d'énergie entre les aspects physiques, mentaux, émotionnels et spirituels de notre être. Garder nos chakras fonctionnant correctement est extrêmement important pour notre santé, comme les ruptures dans le flux d'énergie peuvent mener à la maladie et la dépression.


Chakra is a Sanskrit word that means wheel or disk and refers to the seven major energy centers in the body. These seven centers are positioned along the spine and when healthy, allow a balanced flow of energy between the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual aspects of our being. Keeping the chakras properly functioning is vitally important
to our health, as disruptions in the energy flow can lead to illness and depression.

KAMA SUTRA - a tale of love

Set in 16th century India, the movie depicts the story of two girls, Maya and Tara, who were raised together even though they come from different social classes. Tara (Sarita Choudhury) is an upper-caste princess while Maya (Indira Varma) is her beautiful servant. The two girls are best of friends and have been treated the same, until they get old enough for marriage. At this point Tara is treated as a future princess being readied to marry Prince Raj Singh (Naveen Andrews) but Maya is forced into the role of her servant, which culminates into an argument where Tara reminds Maya of her lowly position in life. Being resentful of the inferiority she is made to feel, Maya exacts her revenge by sleeping with Prince Raj on the wedding night. Prince Raj himself is delighted with the opportunity since he is an opium smoking playboy who loves sex, drinks, and nearly naked gladiator type fights. When Maya's actions are discovered by Tara's brother, he develops an intense amount of lust for her. When she refuses him, he brands her as a whore, and she is banished from her house.

Maya is forced to wander around on her own. She eventually meets many free-spirited people, including an older sensuous woman named Rasa Devi (Rekha) who is a teacher of the Kama Sutra, the ancient art of seduction that takes into account dancing, singing, costumes, as well as the art of making love. While a student there, Maya also meets a young stone sculptor named Jai Kumar (Ramon Tikaram) and the two begin a romantic relationship until one day Raj, now the king, shows up wanting to commission some statues for his pleasure. He immediately recognizes that some of the statues look just like the only woman he now desires, the outcast Maya, setting up a gladiator type contest between the two men. What culminates is an intensely homoerotic 'friendly' competition in which the two, nearly naked, grapple and dance in a male-bonding wrestling match without the intention of hurting each other. Even so, Kumar wisely allows King Raj to beat him and in doing so he receives many favors and gold, but he loses the right to see Maya. On top of that, King Raj is descending deeper into debauchery and opium delirium with no interest or inclination of bedding his own Queen, even for the sake of procreation. However, the blame for the lack of an heir is not placed on the King. Instead, it is Queen Tara who is scorned for not being able to seduce her own husband.

Maya finally realizes that she must make difficult choices as she finds herself in the position to either accept her role as concubine to King Raj or to help the people she loves who are all headed down towards their own paths of destruction, all because of her presence in their lives.

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I took a step outside
The land was flat and covered
By a strange white glow.
From far, I saw a yellow veil
Floating in the brushing wind.


I approached.
And met a young woman
Of smooth gilded clothes



Daughter of heaven and earth
She was there, holding a planet,
A blue one with clouds around.

“Dear yellow nymph, is that a real planet,
That in your hands floats softly?”

“Dear odd, it is a real planet I am holding yet.
And I have in charge to keep the memories
Of the living there. But all those memories are quite sad…”

She had these strange face expression
Of someone wondering a dream but not knowing which.

“Dear veiled lady, is that the reason
Your smile seems to be gone?”

“Dear questioner, the last time I have smiled,
There was only two livings on this planet,
And their thoughts were crystal clear to my ear.
But today they did grow in number to a multitude.
Their memories sound so weird and perturbed,
That I feel with the despair of being able
To engender there the slightest sun.”



Wondering how I could dry the fairy’s tears,
I plunged a hand in the bag on my side
And pulled out a pocket of old fashion papers.



“Dear enigmatic, with a pen and those old paper,
Why don’t you write down such memories
In a whole story of strange and unusual words.
Linking so together each plot to the bank of your river…?”

She turned on me her glance of clear water,
And I saw a flame in the hollow of those eyes…

“Dear wonderer, I take your advice for good wisdom
And I will write this book of thousand and one whispers.
The tales of those human’s flaws turned into a flaming cathedral.
And in this temple of all perversions and straying
I will light a dream for all memories the golden one finding”


And she sat and wrote.
One page a day and so after a thousand days and one,
There was a thousand pages and one
And she called her book “Aphorism of the desire”
Where each page was described one fail and one shelter.
The ending word being written down,
She turned her head once again to me.






“Dear patient man, haven’t we met before?”

“Dear sublime, we did met a thousand time and one…”

Pain Of The Burning Land

The horizon of black being at the death’s door
Scratchs my pain on the Gaza’s pavements…
Today I cry for the brothers killing their brothers.
No one is innocent but no one deserve to die
Under a rain of anger that blow off
My hopeful dreams of a wise humanity.
Today I cry on children that look out the window
Seeing, screaming, for a mother that flows
From the blood of a shamed expectation,
To dream of a peacefulness freedom,
A license to breath under a blue sky

Today I cry coz my earth is bleeding
Of million wonderful scarified,
A street to wear the footsteps
Of the sacrificed anonymous, guilty
To be not living on the good bank
Of this river of hate
That floods human history.

Today I cry on the body of a teenage school girl
Tackled at the dark fate
Of misery’s promises…