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16 novembre 2018

WHY WRITE IT?

Why write again? Why do you keep writing? to be read? To keep the mind occupied? Does that become an obligation? Like, filling out a form. To finally say this after: "I did it!" I did my "job." I wrote a few lines... I am therefore in agreement, With...
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15 novembre 2018

MY DAILY LIFE

What to say? One more of them... A rhythmic day, By the rest, And the activity, I like listening to the radio, Or news about France 24 Sound background on Youtube. Be on social media. Most of the day. I like Facebook. I tweet all morning on Twitter, The...
14 novembre 2018

THIS WONDERFUL GARDEN

THIS WONDERFUL GARDEN
In this garden, Just a bunch of flowers. In spring and summer It’s always colorful Joyful and full of smell and life. Of bee of bumblebee, Who are foraging. Daisy, rose, tulip, etc.. All kinds of flowering. With long or small stem Of different shape or...
13 novembre 2018

THE WOMAN FROM BAR

THE WOMAN FROM BAR
She’s in the back of the room, Her coffee in front of her... She is waiting Will he come tonight? They are separated, 3 months ago already. But she always comes back. Hoping to see him, To find him, In this bar. There, where he was met, The first time....
12 novembre 2018

DAMIEN AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER

DAMIEN AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER
They’re five years apart. Damien already at his age, He promised his parents. He’ll always protect his little brother That he’ll always take care of himself. Life will show him that. He’ll see if he can If he can do it. At least here For now They seem...
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11 novembre 2018

ARCCORDIONIST

ARCCORDIONIST
White, black, black... white, black, Black, white; Fingers on the keys activate. go up, go down, Stops sometimes. Following the notes black, eighth, double eighth, or white. Going to sounds, high or low.Melody, Rhythm Everyone is listening to him. Under...
8 novembre 2018

THE GIRL WITH THE DOLL

THE GIRL WITH THE DOLL
Lise was playing, With his doll It was his favorite toy. Sitting on the floor In the center of his room She liked to make up stories for herself. She may have had friends, And no brother and sister. Only his doll, Who she was talking to. It was her grandmother...
7 novembre 2018

IT'S CARNIVAL

IT'S CARNIVAL
Bruno, My son Ira today In the streets of Paris. To have a party, It will be a joyful manifestation. With some other students. There will be music, The noises of drum pots, It’s a bunch of farendoles. He’ll be dressed as a harlequin. His jabot is light...
6 novembre 2018

GETTING UP ON THE RIGHT FOOT

GETTING UP ON THE RIGHT FOOT
She loved to bend over Through the big window, Garden side. Get on a chair, In order to look out, To take the first rays of the sun. Spring as well as summer. After his bowl of chocolate. The maid pulled the curtains, opened the shutters. And especially...
6 novembre 2018

THE BATTLE OF WHEAT

THE BATTLE OF WHEAT
It was early this morning, To go into his field. Like every good peasant, He knew the harvest Wouldn’t wait for it. It was the light of day, He had taken his gourd, his straw hat. He had about two acres, To Work. He had also sharpened his blade the day...
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