Plus d'images

Plus d'images

Plus d’images de soi-même…
Débordé dans l‘ordre sans thème
Le miroir, déchiré du temps…
Vole d’autres ombres pourtant,
Il essaye de se voler sans les bras
Le ciel se voit clair, avec des nuages ici et là.
 
English translation


No   more images

No
More images of self…
Overflown in the order without theme
The mirror, damaged by time…
Steals other shadows yet,
It tries to fly without arms
The sky is clear, with clouds here and there.

The game is on

The game is on

End of a game is not an end

In a while would begin again
With rules just the same
Players and fans will roll on and on
Day ends at night to begin with the dawn.

True or false

True or false

Gluttony and Pride,

The two spoilsports
In the ballgame;
Jealousy and Anger,
Look for excuses;
Hatred and fear,
Towards self
Manifest;
Eyes of judgement,
Judging their own,
Violent is the victim in need of care
Not victims of the violent.

If a tree were violent
It would choke us all,
If a mountain were violent
On us it would fall,
If an ocean were violent
It would drown us all.
If a fence were violent
Throw us it would
Without remorse or repent.

A promised cycle ride

A promised cycle ride

I took her off from the car,

There was a cycle waiting for us,

She wouldn’t ride on it, no fuss…

Until I told her we wouldn’t go much far.

There was this meadow lush green,

Wearing a necklace of a street,

Soft Sun I cycled for once outside the gym,

With both of us there out for a treat.

She touched my cheek I know she didn’t want,

Bubbles in my heart dancing taking vault,

My one track mind tippled to the touch of my mate,

This went on and on without any halt.

Crrring! Crrring! At times I blew the bell,

She giggled like a baby I enjoyed it like hell,

I wondered why do people move inside a car?

With closeness such as this a cycle is a star!

My arms were strong enough for her to take rest,

We gazed at the birds flying in and out of their nest,
At times we stopped to drink coconut water,

I cycled all along for more than an hour.

She leaned on me with her eyes closed inside my chest,

Her hair in the air was flying at its best,

I swear to me it felt as though,

We were in an outstanding hammock of a moving meadow!

There the journey ended we were in front of our car,

She was looking at it as if it wasn’t now so fair,

She wouldn’t get in until I promised we’ll be back,

Cycle ride's all fun in cities we often lack!

Lizard crawls the wall

Lizard crawls the wall 

Staircase takes steps of workers

Ladder lies beside

Battle on table

Battle on table
Fair unfair words exchange
Looking for a chair

Calendar changes

Calendar changes
A child is building sand house
Waves come and waves go 

The dog and the man

Your move says the man
The dog sees the game and barks
No it is your turn

birth

It was dark it felt 

Safe to make love in the womb
Children born afresh.

Debate

Debate storms the room

Honesty integrity

Cattles graze outside