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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
For Adrien,
San Francisco is asleep
On the lips a vermillion souvenir
Of an unthought dream yet
Paralyzed from a wound not mended yet
Red iron body in the night
Of two lovers we have observed
Hurt by a somber Beauty…
Two naked children, to Charity’s breast
Born and tortured by a majestic Love
Loving each other, two men as on Humanity’s
Very first day, in the large bedroom America.
In the passion of a bridge their two hands link
That time… Freedom! And tenderness heals
Devoted fingers, divinized with desire…
Trailing down, delicate, along backs, pleasure
Awake and keeping watch in the large bedroom America
Love comes by, patiently, Pacific
Two entangled lovers, male Galateas
Protected in the silver of their gold, protected from decay
Discovering each other, deliciously, in the bedroom America
In a California, stylistic seduction,
You too are dreaming about your bedroom America!
Montpellier, France July 19, 2015
Translated on July 20, 2015
Lyon, France
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
To the victims during the Boston Marathon, April 15, 2013,
Children of Boston
Children of Euston
Children of Kingston
Boys of Mesa
Boys of Tuy Hoa
Boys of Kalba
Teenagers of Kyoto
Teenagers of Toronto
Teenagers of Lesotho
Wives of Berlin
Wives of Kremlin
Wives of Yulin
Humans of the world
Let us spare one word
Let us pray,
From Larissa
To South Kensington
From Tokay
To Grafton
Humans of the world
Let us spare one word
For the children of Boston.
April 15, 2013
Montpellier, France
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Standing on a corner in Montpellier, a woman
shows the truth
the world begs to hear. With her
pale face and red lips, she tells
the stories people refuse.
She is not cruel, but she is
too understanding of the world to elicit the
happiness people so desperately want
to believe in. Those
passing by speak freely, unaware
of her observations, newly cast
stars of the next epic tale. Tirelessly
her hands knot, twist, stretch,
trying to cause the world to see reason,
but she acts on
an invisible stage to an uninterested audience.
She is not crazy, but she knows
the lies they would rather bury.
Bound by the silence
of her words, she paints
pictures in the sky of what we all try not to see.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Aux Nuits de Pékin,
Pékin ! Il est déjà trop **** le nom est prononcé
Je suis emportée dans tes tourbillons colorés
J’ai vu des saphirs, des jades de glaise
Mais ai fuis, hélas ! A mon coeur ce malaise !
Comme une passive résilience
Sans reste là- Et reste le silence…
To Beijing’s nights,
Gates to Oblivion
Beijing - Already too late - it is said,
I am whirled up into your luminous flows,
I have seen sapphires, jades of clay,
I fled alas! Now my heart is torn!
It was like a passive resilience,
Apart from me, the rest is silence…
May 11 2012
Montpellier, France
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Are my hearts reaching roots and trees?
I feel it quiver deep down inside
A continuous ****** I can't abide.
You whispered you would stay by my side
But you're gone, you've withdrawn, like the tide.
And my mind feels that gap, when it cries
Left to the emptiness of the void.
Beware, I may get paranoid
Have you ever believed in your lies?
I feel it giggling getting higher
And it shows you I was tougher
Than this little sweet teen you cuddled
Than this hugged high school girl you hurdled
And my mind rejoices, when you say
That I was nought but a heap of hay.
Whilst you've made sure to keep me at bay
Are you a little more noble than clay?
The more one sees from men you're the lees
The more I will feel free from your fees.
While you are standing up on your glees
Are my laughters reaching roots and trees…
Father?
July 14, 2013
Onboard a train from Lyon to Montpellier.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
My hand is grazed by thin scattered bits of a flask
As my skin is kissed by the cursed flow of the ether
The red line of the sliced vein melts with the ember
Of the cruel poison if you put down your mask.
The perfume descends down my warm palms
Engraving on it its lethal bite,
My mind reaches a new height
As my soul screams in spams.
Collapsing in a gasp of air, in a long gauzy gown
Creased like a shroud to welcome a body at auction sold
Like a flower-shaped corolla poured out against some gold.
At the temple of agony, convulsing painfully
In the sacred desire of her mortal folly
Corrupted creature, ***** in her Dream
And of her life stops the stream.
Freshman, College of Humanities. Joffre, Montpellier. Translated on May, 9, 2014.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC