Introduction to Everything

I'm a snowflake

I'm a rainbow

I'm a sunray in july

I'm a summit

I'm a jump

And I'm a why

I'm a french

And I'm a Mensch

I'm between and I'm outside

I'm a lover and creator

I'm the wave you want to ride

I'm a shy boy

And a wild girl or the other way around

I'm the question

And the answer

And the mother of a thousand babies

I'm a pink

and I'm an icecube

I'm a witch

And I'm a feather

I'm the bosom

In the desert of your night

I'm your lost way in the forest

I'm the surprise on your line

I'm the point in your perspective

And I'm a tear clear like blue sky

I'm a friend

But not a fool

I'm a seeress into your eyes

And the sun about to rise

I'm the quietness in your mornings

I'm the void filling your days

I'm a time

And I'm a moment

I'm the echo of your trace

I'm a juice

And I'm a gift

I'm the soft wind on your skin

I'm the space within your nights

And the frequency you for cry

I'm a song and I'm a motion

I'm the hand you wish to grasp

I'm a dancing laugh in may

And the journey to your vast

I'm the power in your breast

And the melody to your side

I'm your desire without rest

And the face you trying to hide

I'm a healer

I'm wound

And the diamond in your mouth

I'm a leo I'm a rat

And the love you never shared

I'm the path you never took

While I read you like a book

I'm the end

And I'm the change

I Am

22/01/2019

Burry me

Burry me
under this cold white blanket
Let me
sink into an endless sky
Wake me
up by the longer days
and kiss me to spring

Ciel Fou

j’observe le ciel devenu fou

circulant à la vitesse d’un feu

mais au couleurs bleu blanc grises

être nuage

09/02/2016

Lost in a Dream


Perdue dans un rêve

ou juste dans le silence d’un moment


J’écoute le silence

le son du silence

j’essaye de capter ce qu’il dit

le silence


alors que le printemps est sur le point d’arriver

le noir de la nuit est le noir de l’hiver,

un hiver qui arrive en retard.


Des mots ont embelli l’hiver

des mots de douceur, de désir, d’en vie, d’élan


vers l’autre


Mais finalement le silence a besoin de nous trouver tôt ou tard.

Il est donc arrivé après son temps habituel et les mots ont disparu.

Le noir a pris sa place pour forger en nous la volonté et le courage de vie pour l’année qui vient.


Regarder, écouter, sentir dans ce silence ce qui viendra et ce qui partira.

11/02/2016

Inspired by Lost in a Dream from War on Drugs

Un Vide Chaud

mon centre

un vide chaud…

me dit-elle


une guitare dorée

un matin de départ

ouvre vers


des battements de coeur


alors que nos pas s’éloignent

dans des directions différentes


des rêves devenus réalité

le passé devenu présent devient passé


à nouveau


toutes

les étoiles


how about it ?


23/01/2016

Ligne

Une ligne droite

vers la montagne

Le bus s’avance dans la campagne

vert d’été

Au loin un buffle

contemple l’herbe

se berçant dans le vent

07/2011

Island Haïku

This post is a collection of poems I wrote during my first long stay in Iceland. I called them Iceland Haïku even though they do not respect the traditional Haïku rhythm. These poems mostly juxtapose two images or ideas and are cut by a kind of verbal punctuation which shows how the two images are related to each other.

A boat passes the golden channel

the sun is kissing the sea

my hands are open

//

A plane disappears in the brightblue sky

the flavour of sweet flowers caresses the air

sun in the face

//

Mount Esja is purple

icebar hot rock steak

the pink parasols are closed

//

At the very end of sea appears a glacier

the cruiser leaves his smokeline

breath in breath out

//

Warm water over golden shimmering feet

beneath darkgreen seaweed

and screaming birds above

//

A shadow of the rainbow is shimmering on the wall

the deep sound of water falling

spume in my face

//

The mountains left and right

I can’t see the ground

dark warm water floating under my breast

//

Me and my loneliness

walking along the cold blue fjord

and the wind is singing

//

The mountain says forever

below the profound sea

above the bright stringent sky

//

Harsh wind dries immediately

my tears and the rain

the clouds meet the mountain

//

Suddenly it feels like novemver

since the fog came from the mountain

the sea is covered in a tight white

//

Ein goldener Tropfen fällt aus der Wolkendecke

in den blauen Ozean und bildet einen roten Weg

im Wellenrauschen tauchen Vögel tief

written in july 2009 during a residency at SIM, Reykjavík

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Low

Low is the sky

clouds coming down the street

like people wearing grey

Open sky sun down

between 2009 -2011

Quiet morning - Us

Quiet morning - Us

the smell of toasted bread and coffee

you looking through

an open window of your mind

beautiful tristesse

Listening to the falling snow

12/2009