Just a moment

Come not so close, so I can see you.

The room to be, in the air entre

The light to sense the darkness too,

While balance clears the lenses clean.

Be not so far from Where You Are,

Let's sit under the Silver Star,

To think we started a while ago,

To write a story That burnt to know.

Doubt and faith; fear and love; can not cook.

The races Knew our stomach and head.

Life exiled from our tired look,

While death is still to carry the dead.

Yet it's just the Saami of us,

Who Talked of yes on the moving bus,

Are looking now to change the car;

Windows closed with doors ajar.

Speak of song, talk of dance

far from life, and so remote

Stay for good give it a chance

not to close in Such instant.

Tout le monde

C'est une machine

qui te provoque, t'influence

C'est un pouvoir méchant

qui te commande, et brise ta cadence.

C'est un pistolet qui te fait mal

Un cadavre qui ne ni pense, ni aime

Tu le suis en amont ou en aval

Même si tu te gènes toi-même.

La machine je te tue ici

Le pouvoir, je te nie

Je retire avec soin les belles âmes

Les hommes et les femmes

Le pistolet je te fais sortir

Le cadavre, je te sépare encore

pour te faire ré-unir.

English translation

Everybody

It’s a machine

It provokes, influences you

It’s a cunning power

Which entices you, makes you cower.

It’s a gun that hurts you

A carcass which neither thinks nor loves

You follow it nonetheless

Even if it overwhelms and benumbs.

A robot I kill you here

Your power I deny everywhere

I take out the beautiful souls with care

I open fire on you, you brute

Cadaver, I separate you

From me, and totally uproot.

I first wrote the poem in French in 2012. Translated it into English on 1st of January 2017 following some good response in various other ezines.

Dialogue

If I'm alone
I Remain in my thoughts,
Out of Touch That made me evil,
Was always teasing me.

I walk in the rain,
in the storm, sunlight
Open ear Purpose
I am no worries, no shelter.

I taste my loneliness
Every day I eat,
This is my outfit, a dress
Nothing bothers me.

I dialogue with my pages
I speak with words
My world, neither true nor false, it
Leads to meler my pictures.

A la recherche d'un droit

I want a small space,
where can I stay
carefree, without grimace,
my mouse only to show ...

From the garden to the library,
my right gets rid
from evening to morning, I space
in the office, at the pub, disco ...

to me, this is just outside
I live without reason;
the place from where ever I go,
it is a corner in me, my own house.