September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

Fragments vénitiens : briques rouges

briques rouges

rongées d'amour

qu'embrasse l'eau

timide du canal

.

19/05/2023

Fragments vénitiens : chemin de pierres

 À Venise

plantes et fougères

se fraient un chemin de pierres

. 

20 mai 2023

Fragments vénitiens : les belles Dames

Les belles dames évaporées

leurs jolies courbes dessinées

sur les murs vieux et fissurés

attendent d’être libérées

les belles dames évaporées

prisonnières dans leur palais

de la poussière des années

regardent vieillir leur beauté

les belles dames évaporées

n’espèrent plus rien désormais

qu’un peu d’amour enveloppé

des rêves d’une nuit étoilée

.

30 mai 2023

Malinconica

Sur la route mélancolique

Toutes les marées sont

Des fragments d’amour

...

La forme de tes lèvres

 

je fixe sur

chaque nuit

un morceau de ton coeur

et morceau après morceau

ce collage prends la forme 

de tes lèvres

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

Ovunque

Insomnie

Mes rêves
se lèvent
La nuit
Et ma vie
Défile
C o m m e  u n  t r a i n
D’insomnie

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

Ruggine II

la ruggine è ovunque nel mio cuore

...

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

La peau dure

les cowboys ont la peau dure

(surtout la peau du cul)

...

Une belle cible...

Mes blessures sont visibles
c'est l'amour qui se lézarde
une entaille par mégarde
mon coeur est une belle cible

...

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

Maison

Derrière la nuit
portes et fenêtres
sur ton corps

...

Le plus loin possible

Vivre est un voyage
aller le  plus loin possible

...

Muze et Libellule

Merci à Muze
d'avoir glissé le minuscule "Libellule"
dans ses pages.
Une petite place dans ce vaste monde

...

Le plus loin possible

Le temps est un voyage
aller le plus loin possible

...