Boulevard beauté

April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

“Qui garde des trésors
comme un soleil d’hiver qui se fait rare,
comme le gaz qui avive la flamme qu’on croyait éteinte
d’un vieux couple.
Comme la première coccinelle qui s’aventure à la rue
en tant que messagère d’un printemps prochain.

Tu es une grande rue,
et pourtant je ne te trouve dans les cartes …
De temps en temps je te croise
dans un coin étrange et merveilleux.

A chaque fois que je t’emprunte
je ne me sens jamais profiter de tes beaux paysages
de tes particulièrs personnages
je ne veux plus courrir sur tes axes
je veux marcher sur tes dalles.”

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The strange bridge

April 14, 2011 § Leave a comment

“I was drown in a sea of feelings
when I smelt your parfum from that stranger.
A flame climbing through my senses
directly ignited from my stomach.
She was stranger, yet familiar to my memories.
I could remember you, embracing me
holding me chest to chest
our heartbeats synchronized
by the conductor of your eyes.

A draught came into our wagon
when the doors opened.

And suddenly you were again unfamiliar.
Your parting scent,
was like an instant Alzehimer.

We were again uncommon people,
bridged to a beloved special
by this rare aroma
you wore that day.”

Full throttle

April 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

“I’ve lost the grip
I’m out of control
on the fast lane,
full loaded with fuel
ready to go.
The lights go  green
adrenaline
where have you been?
Full throttle direction unknown
So close to nowhere
it’s still far away from where
I want to go.
We’ll draw our souvenirs
with the memories of the neon
from the cities we pass by.
Full throttle,
top off,
shine on my sunglasses…
We ain’t getting anywhere
but we are exactly where we want to be.”

Shipwrecked

April 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

“A bottle on my hand
I dream about emptying it each night
to fill it with a message
you might never read.

No… my arms became weak
after fighting against the storm
to get the boat on its road…
on the bounds of your sea.

I’ll drink my bottle,
but it will remain empty.
To make me remember
it remained undelivered
my last love message.”

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