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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...
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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...
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...
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...
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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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....
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...
29 novembre 2018

TENDERNESS BETWEEN FRERE AND SISTER

TENDERNESS BETWEEN FRERE AND SISTER
She is fearful, She is afraid; Tenderness between brother and sister. She knows her brother will protect her from everything. She has no doubt. So she snuggles up against him Parents have long since left He’s all she has left, And he reassures her, Because...
1 décembre 2018

ELYSE

ELYSE
With its African fabric, On his little head, And her little Oriental yellow complexion Is she not beautiful? Ma Elyse. His cheeks, His smile, His big eyes... She delights me. I like his voice too. She is my source of happiness, My joy... My little girl,...
2 décembre 2018

THE TWO FREINDS

THE TWO FREINDS
One to one They are going up, The stone staircase steps, From the street Miguel saint André They climb together To their playground Who finds it out, At the exit of their village, Or a flat space and herbs, Allow them to play; To their favorite flash...
2 décembre 2020

THE LITTLE PIERROT

THE LITTLE PIERROT
It will soon be 6:00 pm My mom sent me Fetch milk from the farm Mrs Potra the farmer My application, Yes, I wanted eggs or cream My mother had given me in Franks, Only for 1 litre of milk The bells are ringing dogs bark The farmer pours into my milk pot,...
22 décembre 2020

PORT BARRIAS

PORT BARRIAS
On the dock, The departure of boats While others arrive Unloads their goods Or, their passengers, Coming back, From a sea trip. Each has its own schedule. There is also for fish. The fishing returns. Sometimes selling this done on the dock. Or in the...
23 décembre 2020

HE’S GOING OUT AGAIN, HE JUST WANTS TO ROW.

HE’S GOING OUT AGAIN, HE JUST WANTS TO ROW.
Uncle Barnabas, In his boat; he makes me laugh. (Laughter I mean) With his rheumatism, Take his boat again? At his age? Tomorrow, He’ll still be sore. Maybe, by the way, Will he stay in bed, Just like last time. But once again, He insisted on taking the...
27 décembre 2020

MAZANIE

MAZANIE
Like every other day, She’s going to the river. She has her hours. The river is well 50 meters from the house. Today she’s going alone. His neighbor will go later. She goes there every day To wash the laundry. That of her husband, Of his two children....
29 décembre 2020

THE INTERLUDE

One step too far, Or, one wrong step. I don’t know what to do. Dare? Do? Make a mistake? The mistake of doing nothing? One too many words? To hear me say, To stop on the way. Whether this or his words, Stay in my mouth; In my mind. Why say so, At the...
21 décembre 2020

MOUNTAIN HIKING

Dark along the hill The shadows are scattered Pine forest Covers the other side I take the path to the pass Maybe I’ll stop before? I’m breathing I like his walks In his mountain paths I’m not staying long. I walk, And keep walking. But the higher I rise,...
25 décembre 2020

NOTHING TO DO

Anyway, I wasn’t gonna do it (imperfect, I think) As if, Nothing is “parfait” Even in French!! Why do you do that anyway? Do, undo, Why not knit too? This language so perfect. Make a sweater out of it, Or a sling. Of course it’s not embroidery, I don’t...
26 décembre 2020

ATTENTION

In fact, I’m not saying, But I would have tried. I think this time, I’m ready to... So I’ll go for it. I take , A mental impulse, And I put it. I listen to myself think, And I let it go. The ideas come, And I type them on my keyboard, Computer. Great!!!...
15 juillet 2018

MURDER CHICAGO SONG

The win im my haire The wine in a bottle I drink the glass I again drunkness My foot is cool my look is sad my eyes where pour my solitude your look is great your hands was softs why the nigth surround's The light on the streetlight is cold the rain is...
15 juillet 2018

SAD PASSION

Your hot breath on my skin warms me the heart Your laughter rocks me the soul Sometimes your tears Sad forerunner Congeals the time Freeze my hands And finally there; I dare to take you in my arms Squeeze up everything against me My love my strength I...
28 octobre 2018

JUST BE QUIET

I like, I’m not saying I love it, But I like it, Take my time, To do what I want. Whenever I want to. Quiet. Doing. For all this does Stay patient, Wait... Do it in time. When the need makes it feel, When it comes. That’s it, that’s all. Or nothing. it’s...
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...
19 juillet 2018

TO MY MOTHER

Warm, lavish Always present to mark the example Soft presence often I miss her My mother source and maternal strength, That I hope Always eternal Every moment last, She, Always present, allways supported me When my life was lacking or that he seemed to...
19 juillet 2018

OURS OFFSPRING

The desire was to say things About her Of me Not to think more than of you Why you ? For her For me For you my futur girl, and my future son The futur will tell is us I already wait for too long for this moment there and I know that thanks to her that...
29 juillet 2018

SAD KNIGHT

In the woods, A soft trade wind, Make my hair tremble, White. I see, The ornate hole, Who hides the sun D’oré. Vain thoughts Between heaven and earth the tree To him also suffered Standing on my stirrups My shadow is rising. Uh!!! hue!!! My mouth speaks...
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