tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16818344864904994172011-04-21T22:26:10.469+02:00My poetry, a consciousness of expressing freedom through writing and contesting Words in my hand, drawn by a desire of my soul.juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-64487262065450232042011-03-21T16:11:00.000+01:002011-03-21T16:11:05.848+01:00Spent time by a friendship <br />The love abandons with intimacy<br />Glimpse in a wintry sweat<br />Know that the life does not leave you<br />The Indian who is in you, leads you<br /><br />Smell the being, the urge, the desire<br />Feel only a love, that one direct idea line<br />Bright spell of the desire, the tears<br /><br />Marginal sweetness of an intact sleep <br />Sublimating a breath<br />Which does not break off during dreams of a led life<br /><br />A born child two years ago<br />Stirred in his sleep<br />Frightened by an ineffective cold<br />Where he lost nothing of his vigour<br /><br />Any breath, any image gets lost<br />In an angelic sleep <br />That God starts again and spreads at night<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-6448726206545023204?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-55842735959969123232011-03-21T16:07:00.000+01:002011-03-21T16:07:00.753+01:00Crystal clear half left,<br />Original and instructive.<br /><br />Technical half right,<br />Strength and agility reconciled.<br />Here is the thought which obsesses me this night after a session of Taekwendo.<br /><br />Vulnerability appointed to a handicap <br />Stupidity to invent dreams,<br />Dreams and arts <br /><br />Brave monstrousness<br />Human face in a spiral staircase<br />Of pride and disdain<br /><br />Hat felted in a mystery <br />Dashed Anglo-Saxon<br />Letter to a friend and<br />Embarrassant kiss to a married man.<br /><br />Message of love and friendship <br />Two flown away eagles<br />A hawk captured with its wings painted in yellow<br /><br />Stars Oranges, <br />Ground sprinkled with bright orange balls<br />Whose sugar taste cracks all the bones of my back <br />And makes me stretch my numb muscles <br /><br />Bloom, genesis of young arrogance<br />Animals slept in the clay dust<br />Kicked by the sun<br />Like kings in the dried land<br /><br />Friendly painful by the hairs of the Argentine dog <br />Who guards in the horizon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-5584273595996912323?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-34047664180467777192011-03-21T16:06:00.000+01:002011-03-21T16:06:18.312+01:00Flash of certain months of fight <br />Strick back all over your leaves<br />Flashback moments of terror<br />Cramp down my stomach bread<br />This elevation of senses<br /><br />Jesus in my left hand<br />Part of You in my bodysuit<br />Discovered faculties never imagined before<br />With you<br /><br />Take a treatment, forever let’s see?<br />Things of this " so-called chaos "<br />Frightened for has while <br />I battled them <br />' Cause I looked forward and seen a different way of loving.<br /><br />Was it programmed?<br />God, <br />What will be my next, this close future<br /><br />Stuck in my imagination <br />This ability to move my vision of things<br /><br />Glasses won’ t change a thing<br />I could let it go<br />I control myself<br /><br />Music heat gets high<br />I feel heat spreading over my body<br />Expanding all over the room<br /><br />With transmission machines<br />Everything got down<br />Technical crash<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3404766418046777719?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-30409423299580182752011-03-21T16:04:00.000+01:002011-03-21T16:04:11.822+01:00Taste buds in sweet emotion <br />Sticky touch of adhésivité patissière<br />Puck to the slightly acid taste<br /><br />Tremor of incidents<br />Muddled crash of cups<br />Steam vapor of a coffee machine<br /><br />Transparency of feet of stemmed glasses<br />Cardboards of wine waterfalls<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3040942329958018275?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-7909892057314016912011-03-21T16:02:00.002+01:002011-03-21T16:02:57.098+01:00Time of the deletions of a rain tip - typing the metal of a hood<br />Asymptote of a gull in the layers of windy mistral<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-790989205731401691?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-8333519498494824942011-03-21T16:02:00.000+01:002011-03-21T16:02:15.564+01:00Granitude of emeralds of papaya<br />Flavour of the slightly acid coffee<br />Prayer chamane in an eucalyptus without bark<br />Palm of the hand put on its nudity afforested.<br /><br />Bark of stone pine<br />Protection to last long<br />Within this dry garigue.<br /><br />Palavras argumenthées<br />Faces(Figures) in face to face inhabitants of Marseille<br />Sirens of red feufollets<br />Light off my Malboro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-833351949849482494?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-16488127731991751962011-03-21T16:00:00.001+01:002011-03-21T16:00:14.667+01:00Fleeting pleasure of a loving dawn<br />Brotherly condolence<br />Flowery fragrance of covered with sand spices<br />Imprints borrowed by Gulliver<br />Crust of sand in the hollow of my toes<br />Sand in the texture of clay<br />Closed chapter of summer without creativity.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-1648812773199175196?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-42322334871696864252011-03-21T15:59:00.000+01:002011-03-21T15:59:00.409+01:00Wake up your little toes<br />Swing on the rocks<br />Cross the sea<br /><br />She is waiting for your sailing songs<br /><br />Watch the sun<br />Watch the motion of life<br />Watch my fingers<br /><br />Tell you to go straight <br />To your heart<br /><br />Watch the infinite desire burning of their lives, <br />Of their hearts<br /><br />They need your force, <br />Your courage<br /><br />Watch the sense of your life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-4232233487169686425?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-50646750577751346632011-03-21T15:57:00.001+01:002011-03-21T15:57:07.020+01:00Representation of inseparable sets<br />Random contents of a limited paradox<br />Desecration of a spiritious future<br />Faith transformed by a deserting ascetic<br /><br />Friendly other<br />Passage fastened back to front <br />Of a frill soul <br /><br />Dripping glaze with lost tears<br />Issue of a childish fear<br />Legends rubbles of a Heart in autumn<br /><br />Neglected reeds<br />Disembodied prayers to forgive an insult<br /><br />Magnetic pole of a delta<br />Greediness of conquest of an evil in a man love<br /><br />To believe that the power is exhilarating<br /><br />Cursed mental error<br />Unexpected tenderness of a day without guarantee<br />Flirtation beatifying of a disgusting lightness<br /><br />Enthusiasm intoxicating fowl<br />To be afraid of a defeat<br />One could be mistaken there?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-5064675057775134663?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-30595779743379883122011-03-21T15:56:00.001+01:002011-03-21T15:56:26.644+01:00Temptation of a quenched desir<br />A too much vanity to say I love you<br />A vacuity of excess to say I cannot<br />And a dawn without immoderation <br />so that I can say I believe<br /><br />Four like the sugar<br />But I like the dawn<br />But my soul likes the dawn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3059577974337988312?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-79570210440183277152008-05-14T01:03:00.001+02:002008-05-14T01:03:49.273+02:00Une abeille butine sur mon luminaire <br />Je m’effraie de voir ce petit être<br /><br />Elle se cogne, voltige dans mon appartement<br />La basse résonne à mes oreilles<br />Son bourdonnement m’angoisse<br /><br />Va t-elle mourir?<br />J’ouvre ma fenêtre <br />Elle ne trouve pas le chemin.<br /><br />Trois abeilles enfilées ces deux derniers mois<br />A travers ma fenêre en espagnolette<br />C’est la quatrième.<br /><br />Mon gobelet plastique orange dans la main, <br />Je les enferme<br />Je me dirige vers ma fenêtre<br />La paume de la main se ferme<br /> Sur mon gobelet<br />D’un mouvement vif, je les libère.<br /><br />La deuxième tombe à pic<br />Eperdue ,<br />La première virevolte <br />Tant bien que mal<br />Zig zag zig buzz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-7957021044018327715?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-4801979658472343832008-03-27T00:43:00.004+01:002009-02-26T18:49:04.616+01:00A moi sans m’aime<br />A ton âme qui me manque<br />Un manqu’âmement<br /><br />Je guette des instants <br />Une lueur à travers ma solitude<br /><br />Suis-je desirable?<br />Suis-je adorable?<br />Suis-je estimable?<br /><br />Suis-je paresseusement sentimentale ?<br /><br />Enlacée dans un méandre romantique <br />Mon corps se noue,<br />Je me désagrège dans un orgasme serein <br /><br />Une nourriture spirituelle au creux de mon coeur<br />Saurais-je t'accueillir ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-480197965847234383?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-55405300802752107712008-03-22T22:54:00.000+01:002008-03-22T22:57:26.114+01:00Miroir aqueux<br />Le trouble s’évapore d’une senteur<br />Anodine<br /><br />La louange délicieuse <br />D’un archipel <br />Paumé<br /><br />La vélocité de l’eau <br />Rythmique marine<br />S’ignore d’une pensée <br /><br />Une onde d’eau cérébrale <br />S’oublie dans un paysage<br />Verdoyant<br /><br />Pour une lagune étendue <br />D’amour<br />Douleur viscérale <br />D’un autre toi<br /><br />Le flux de chaleur <br />Exothermique<br />Émet une carence exsangue <br />D’oxygène<br /><br />Un fourmillement <br />Sanguin,<br />La carence saline<br />Me câline<br /><br />Une promesse présente <br />Amoureuse,<br />Se confine <br />Dans des grains de papaye<br /><br />Ilha Grande,<br />Paradis marin<br />D’une jungle montagneuse,<br /><br />Ton âme lavée<br />Dans un lagon turquoise,<br />Mon désir s’équilibre<br /><br />Trois mois au Brésil, <br />Braise Ilha, <br />Brasilia ardente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-5540530080275210771?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-30282037147106959832008-03-16T22:35:00.008+01:002008-03-22T22:59:05.696+01:00La rue deserte <br />D’ici peu de temps, elle sera pleine<br /><br />Les nuages, <br />S'Agregent de particules solidaires<br /><br />Ouro Preto,<br />La pleine lune<br /><br />Othon Palace,<br />La rue Alfonso Pena<br /><br />Chacara sucupira<br />La casa de Dona Dega<br /><br />Le vent evanescent bourdonne <br />Au creux de mes oreilles<br /><br />La guitare de Caetano<br />Les cris de Mike<br />Le sourire timide de Maria<br /><br />Les museaux de Duna et Tigrao,<br />Au creux de ma paume<br /><br />Les deux chiots mordillent mes doigts<br /><br />Le soleil couchant oranger <br />Les arbres secs vert olive du mato<br /><br />Je médite sous l'arbre ce silence propice <br /><br />A bandeira do Brasil<br />Le povo brasileiro sambe, <br />La pagode des festas brasileiras<br /><br />Ma liberté s'épanouit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3028203714710695983?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-4510609603323738162008-03-14T00:46:00.003+01:002008-03-22T14:08:20.306+01:00Envergure patînée d’une heure morose<br />La tactilité d’une effluve de bonheur<br />Pudeur de l’autre à dire<br />Je suis et je t’aime<br /><br />Un rire nerveux se décape avec transparence<br />Il choisit une politesse pour une oraison funèbre<br />Le cloac de senteurs se diffuse <br /><br />La promesse illusoire d’un renouveau<br />L' imaginaire d’une jeunesse écorchée<br />Je me complais de trucages fantaisistes<br />Aléas de rencontres insignifiantes<br /><br />L'horizon se scinde<br />Les lueurs amicales d’une aube colorée<br />Un prémice d’un enthousiasme factice<br /><br />Je perméabilise son âme desséchée<br />Calculs mesquins à ricochet<br />Traduction plausible d’une violence amère<br /><br />Il craque, plaintif,<br />Ses orteils <br />La pluie ne cesse,<br />Diluvienne<br /><br />Chapitre clos sur un univers en déconfiture <br />Il a le mal de vivre en mer <br />Peur d’une impasse sans lampadaire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-451060960332373816?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-35208359645159754312008-03-09T01:58:00.000+01:002008-03-09T01:59:26.063+01:00I feel going and sleeping on the sand,<br />Hot stones…<br />Ashes laying, disappear with the flow<br />Of an undetermined element,<br />Infinite breath,<br />Mistral,<br />Consume, come on.<br /><br />Swallow and take a deep breath<br />Stop this stupid game with yourself<br />Repeating limits, eternity.<br />What a crazy human thought<br /><br />Floatting with the wind, stars<br />Human need , <br />Bricks, red ones<br />Boiled with your own <br />Bloody building emotions<br /><br />Look at you girl ? What ? <br />Listen to this strenght, <br />This warness through your body<br />Acute look through the night<br />What ! eat or hit the answer ?<br /><br />No passing by, <br />Get to the front,<br />Enter in the Water.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3520835964515975431?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-33546374422699897002008-03-09T01:46:00.004+01:002008-03-22T22:59:30.782+01:00Une figuration d’ensembles indivisibles<br />Sommaire aléatoire d’un paradoxe limité<br />Je profane mon avenir spirituel<br />L' ascète déserte sa croyance<br /><br />Métamorphose <br /><br />Amicalement autre<br />Passage arrimé à l’envers <br />D’une âme de décor<br /><br />La glace de mes yeux dégouline de larmes éperdues<br />J'émets une peur enfantine <br />Gravats légendaires,<br />D’un coeur en automne<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-3354637442269989700?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-48638023539317470752008-03-02T18:33:00.004+01:002008-03-22T14:11:06.691+01:00Un message d’amour et d’amitié <br />Deux aigles s'envolent <br />Un faucon capturé aux ailes peintes en jaunes<br /><br />Oranges célestes, <br />Le sol se jonche de boules lumineuses<br />Dont le goût sucré font craquer tous mes os du dos <br /><br />J'étends mes muscles engourdis<br /><br />Floraison, genèse d’une arrogance juvénile<br />Les chiens se couchent dans la poussière argileuse<br />Assomés par le soleil<br />Tels des rois dans la steppe aride<br /><br />Amicalement endolorie par les poils du chien argentin <br />Qui au loin fixe sa garde<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-4863802353931747075?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-57981154944970374112008-02-28T18:21:00.000+01:002008-02-28T18:22:59.152+01:00L’amour s’écueille d’une livraision tardive<br />Un noctambule en mésaventure,<br />Le cabotinage ne s’espace pas<br /><br />Deux parisiens luisent sous la lune<br />Quai St Bernard, <br />La Seine écoute leurs coeurs battants,<br />Paresseusement somnolante<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-5798115494497037411?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-87752011012191682942008-02-27T21:42:00.004+01:002008-03-22T22:59:52.787+01:008: 3O, pi aime, <br />Heure marocaine<br />Aterrissage houleux sur la piste<br />Mon coeur se soulève,<br />Blast de rire nerveux. <br /><br />En écran de veille mémorielle, <br />Cette succession de catastrophes aériennes<br /><br />Cramponnés à nos sièges,<br />Les ongles se crispent dans l’appui-tête avant,<br /><br />Un aléa du hasard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-8775201101219168294?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-25236062194143676572008-02-25T22:50:00.005+01:002008-03-22T14:12:07.794+01:00Matière à reflexion légère<br />Matinée sans défaut<br />Je choisis un moment anodin, <br />Une animation douce<br /><br />Avisée d’une poussée subite <br />Dans mon dos,<br />Le nez du dog argentin<br /><br />Quatre à cinq mains liées <br />Je partage<br /><br />Nina et Juan Pedro balancent leurs petits bras<br />Autour de l’oranger<br /><br />A l’ horizon se freine une ombre<br />Un virage, combustible d’une lueur ascensionnelle<br />Je passe à froid mon humour<br /><br />Fiasco directeur d’une pensée asséchée<br />Par le vent<br /><br />Nina me lance un coucou de sa menotte <br /><br />Meio azur,<br />Je mets fin à la journée, <br />Brasilia s'endort<br />Fin de la phrase<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-2523606219414367657?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-90016153196990641892008-02-25T13:45:00.001+01:002008-03-22T14:15:41.664+01:00Juste une sensation urgente <br />De lever les yeux au ciel<br /><br />Pour contempler, <br />Non, je posséde les nuages<br /><br /><br />La chair des clémentines <br />M’arrose de jus parfumé<br /><br />Je la détache délicatement de leur paroi grainé.<br /><br />Chapiteau des vies en sommeil<br />Tout devient serein.<br /><br />Je ferme les yeux <br />Une larme <br />Le bonheur ondule sur ma joue<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-9001615319699064189?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-42298205448162088522008-02-24T23:39:00.002+01:002008-03-22T23:00:13.878+01:00Back in Paris, I can’t sleep right now. <br />2.30 a.m past and still sticked in my head <br />Rythm time of Brazil. <br /><br />Difficult to get asleep. <br />Couldn’t write to you before,<br />No time, <br />A loan to make introspections of my feelings , <br />Impossible ! Never alone ! <br /><br />Family surrenders all the tim along, <br />Laugh, talk, dance…. <br />Every everything you oughta got <br />Communicate with the craziest tribe <br /><br />Amazing ; I can’t describe feelings in blaming my ego;<br />Got a pushy- bill-hit it<br />To explain the warness, generosity <br />Clearfully the bony sincerity of those,<br />Never met before<br /> <br />A love like this can’t hurt you, <br />Just euphoria and addiction, risky !<br />Do we loose this humanity in Europe ? <br />Are people aware of happiness ,<br />Because sometimes it drives me crazy; <br /><br />Without family where do we go ? <br />Another way of life ? <br />Point of hanging up your mind and ideas of love, <br />Meeting MAN , <br />YOU MAN, <br />HUMAN ; <br /><br />Trust me that’s not comparable to faith;<br />Could talk for hours <br />And hourts, and yoghourts,<br />Words are no uses; <br /><br />Seen difficult country sides, <br />Lens- escapes, desert of dunes, <br />Sand everywhere,<br />Qui l’eau meters of beaches , <br />Coco nuts and boiled water <br /><br />My war 26 °C , <br />Never seen this before; <br />Heaven, no refresh !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-4229820544816208852?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-49033431764172986722008-02-24T23:20:00.002+01:002008-02-25T16:41:46.763+01:00Souffle, <br />Dis you are, diurne.<br />Low motion or low ambition<br />Motionless or motionfool<br />Mot zion full<br /><br />Guanache de beauté, <br />Musique, beauty fiercely<br />Hanged by you Jesus, dawned full friend. <br /><br />Dawned full sacrifice of life <br />Believe you got them wrong in your pain <br />Believe g you got them right more in your left hand.<br />Am I right a true believer ? <br />I doubt I should hang to one truth, <br />The one of my ancestors<br /><br />Behind being, in being me. <br />Be in fine , be on truth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-4903343176417298672?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-40069652740188968432008-02-24T23:14:00.001+01:002008-02-25T16:34:42.681+01:00G <br /><br />J’ai demandé et j’ai reçu<br />J’ai cru<br />Et G<br />et j'ai ri<br /><br />Egérie<br />J’ai d’encre. <br /><br />Ancre de vie <br /><br />Anchor of being,<br />being of humourous loving Good<br />Année corps<br />En nez corre <br />Encore du Angkor<br />En Coeur, en chorus <br />En cou rageant de musique<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-4006965274018896843?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-755217080420504832008-02-24T23:09:00.002+01:002008-03-22T23:00:38.737+01:00Mes oreilles sont lasses et pleines d’angoisse<br />A la lecture des tactiques politiciennes<br />Machiavel n’est pas très loin pour nous parler du pouvoir<br /><br />Différentes villes, différents militants<br />J’hume l’état des attentes françaises <br />Comprendre cette fragmentation, <br />L’état d’esprit de ce peuple<br /><br />Et je me tourne inlassablement vers la nature <br />Pour savoir ce qu’il nous restera <br /><br />Démocratie française<br />Que vais-je y voir ? <br />Une France à bout de souffle ? <br />Une France désabusée? <br /><br />Océan divin, propagation d’ondes multidirectionnelles<br />Velours d’ondes soufflées par le vent<br /><br />Contemplation<br /><br />Amerrissage parfait des goélands sur la surface de l’eau<br />Traînée de vaguelettes saisissantes <br />Envol coordonné de peuples migrateurs.<br /><br />Cohésion vertigineuse des végétaux.<br />Prouesse dans l’air, mers et terres. <br />Ma concentration se ralentit<br />Pour décrire la beauté de la nature. <br /><br />Admiration pour des hommes de bien<br />Comprendre l’Histoire. <br />Replanter patiemment<br />Les graines d’un pays en décomposition<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-75521708042050483?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681834486490499417.post-89059679921933256792008-02-24T22:44:00.002+01:002008-02-28T14:29:32.624+01:00Larmes de joie sans condition<br />Amnestie d'une guerre sans patriotes <br />Le liquide amniotique s'éparpille <br />Sur le poil dru d'une génisse épuisée<br /><br />L'heure de la tourmente n'a pas cessé<br />L'heure de la tristesse, un paysan à terre<br />Morsure bleutée de nos lèvres à travers nos écrans<br /><br />L'heure de la dérision soulève nos coeurs de hoquets<br /><br />Bombardements, drame médiatique ignoré<br /><br />Je déroule mes croyances, <br />Je m'interroge sur mon ignorance<br /><br />Qu'a-t-on fait de l'homme ?<br />Dis moi, soldat, as-tu oublié qui tu es en partant te battre ?<br />L'ignorance est-elle une constante uniquement humaine?<br /><br />le verbe s'éteint<br />le soleil s'abandonne <br />Mon oeil s'embue de larmes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681834486490499417-8905967992193325679?l=7thofjune.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166479656706907108noreply@blogger.com0