Celebration

Hi everyone!
I couldn’t believe five whole years have gone by since I started this blog.
Forgive my absence.
Lately I have been having computer issues and couldn’t keep you updated with my work, the exhibition, my photography…
But I promise to start posting again as soon as it’s all fixed.
Only then will I feel entitled to fully celebrate this milestone 🙂
Best of luck to all my faithful followers and visitors and best wishes for a safe and warm winter!

My underrated petiole 1989-Adjusted 2013 With French original text as Ma fane sous-estimée.

my underrated petiole
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My underrated petiole
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Dear companion
Faithful and silent
Thirsty and available
I come to you

At most painful
Times, less credible.
Offering my pain
My joy, the apex

Of my acception.
You listen with
Dead calm
Free from ridicule

Never mocking
Those moments
To traverse.
Deride my fantasies

Bursts, eruptions
Torrent of words
Spurting in dander
Joy or beatitude

You are here
And drink.
Take me as I am
Without judging

Or ulterior motives
Attentive to every call
Day or night
Never fail.

Impartial, always
At my side in
A thousand ways.
My faithful sheet.

Companion of my
Atlantis, serene
At all trials
Or abuse of this…

Underrated page.
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Ma fane sous-estimée
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Chère compagne
Fidèle et silencieuse
Assoiffée et disponible
Je viens à toi

Aux moments les plus
Pénibles, moins crédible.
Offrant mes peines,
Mes joies, l’apogée

De mon acception.
Tu écoutes avec
Un calme plat.
Libre du ridicule

Sans jamais moquer
Ces moments
A traverser,
Railler mes fantaisies

Mes éclats, irruptions
Torrents de mots
Jaillissant, tout en fureur
Joie folle ou béatitude

Tu es là, tu bois
Me prends
Comme je suis
Sans juger

Ou arrières pensées
Attentive à tout appelles
Jour ou nuit
Tu n’as jamais fui.

Impartial, toujours
A mes côtés
Par milles façon.
Ma feuille fidèle

Compagne de mon
Atlantis, sereine
A toute épreuves
Ou abus, de cette…

Page si méconnu.

Writing is… 1991 ( Translated in English with its French original text )

This little piece was written by me in 1991 and didn’t feel
the need to touch any of it to post it today to you.
I hope you like it too 🙂

Writing is…
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The individuals imprint of the human being
A past stolen through the eyes of another
The exhilaration of a moment, sealed
The signature of thought
A whiff of life captured
Pain released

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L’écriture c’est…
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L’empreinte individuelle de l’être humain
Un passé volé par le regard d’autrui
L’ivresse d’un instant, scellé
La signature de la pensée
Une bouffée de vie emprisonnée
Une douleur en liberté

Sobs from an abyss 1991 ( French poetry ” Le sanglot d’un abîme ” translated to English in post above )

candle tears
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Sobs from an abyss
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I address a prayer
A murmur, my torment
Beyond the barriers
At the level of precipices

Listen for a moment
The fires of the violence ( inner-turmoil )
The rage of the helplessness
The pain of an instant

Erase the tears
Locked in my heart
Give me arms ( tools )
To protect my dwelling ( The inner-self )

Rock me in your strength
Your power, your ease
Alone, I do not see
The sparks of your steps

So,
I address to you a prayer
Beyond the borders
A whisper, a song
And hope in unison!

Hope you enjoyed this!