Those lazy summer days…

It would be nice to begin our days with tranquility…
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Don’t you like those lazy summer days
Where going out for a stroll means
Leaving the trail of uncertainties
Behind, enjoy life’s miracle and
Exquisite grace, unfold at
Its own pace…

Do this 😉
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Swim at leisure…
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In a clear pond…
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Enjoy nesting with a view
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With stars sparkling on waters
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Flying & gliding…
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Keeping an eye on our cherished ones 🙂
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And forever ending our days with an Aaah picture!
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A Daedalean mind-1989 adjusted on the 26.2.2013

this symmetric & fascinating planet
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A Daedalean (1) mind
———————–

To speak or
Not to speak?

Annoyed
He uses extremes
Distorting,
Romancing life
Hyperbolizing (2)
Entity
Quantity
Instead of
Absorbing
The grace…

Within
The elegance
And charm
About…
Revealing
Just enough
To keep
The warmth
Of human
Contact.

Keeping at bay
What is
Valuable…
Argumentative
Over
Accepted topics
Safe and comfortable
All but lineal.
Sometimes
Loosing himself.

Regretful about
Having divulged
In a confession…
Exposing
His inner…
His mind
Going in
An overdrive
Haunted
By his past.

Rare moments
Of confrontation.
Obstruction
In the purlieus. (3)
Wondering… was
He too candid,
A Neophyte
At life?
Did he owe
A summary

Of his every
Move?
Did he have to
Legitimize them,
Exculpate
His behavior,
Palliate
His awkwardness
And moderate
His floods

Of fervor
And passion?
Thoughts
Riddled
His mind
With big
Question marks.
His act of defiance…
Test the
Faithfulness

Of his “opponent”,
Throw the
Infallibility
Of his being
In a first shot.
Scrutinizing
Their reactions.
Would they
Falter?
Would he…

Disapprove
So he could
Escape,
Bypass
The insanity
Of this planet.
His motto,
Aim so as
Not to be
Aimed at.

Rated or
Appraised
As cattle.
Take it
Or throw it
Do not
Mock his
Humanity.
His suffering
Misunderstood

By the illiteracy
Of another’s path and,
Futile attempts
To lending
An ear.
He treads on,
Trusting
A better
World to come
Defining…

Coercing it
To arise
From the
Relics
Of his
Exposure
To this folly…
This symmetric
And fascinating

Insane planet.

(1)

Dae·da·lus (ddl-s)
n. Greek Mythology
A renowned craftsman, sculptor, and inventor and builder of the Labyrinth. He fashioned the wings with which he and his son Icarus escaped from Crete after their imprisonment by Minos.
Dae·dali·an, Dae·dale·an (d-dl-n, -dlyn) adj.

(2)

hy·per·bo·lize (h-pûrb-lz)
v. hy·per·bo·lized, hy·per·bo·liz·ing, hy·per·bo·liz·es
v.intr.
To use hyperbole; exaggerate.
v.tr.

(3)

pur·lieu (pûrly, pûrl)
n.
1. An outlying or neighboring area.
2. purlieus Outskirts; the environs.
3. A place that one frequents.

Those in need- May 1993 Adjusted on January 2013

the love you have for you
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Those in need
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Moment of subaqueous
Distress you lift your
Eyes with conviction
Of being heard.

Vigor in double amount
To care for those
In need, give them
A sanctuary

Sooth their wounds
Heal their souls
Iron the crinkled folds
Of their shredded lives

Strength for others
Not your own.
When nothing is left
Besides throes, regrets

For those you cannot
Cushion anymore.
Love aches
Debilitating situation

Is it miscalculation,
The best of the worst?
Simple becomes complicated
Pensile questions

Dull throb.
Let the waves wash
Over, cleans your
Spirit, make things

Right, coach you.
Give you dexterity
For greatness.
Merit and prerogative.

Conveyance and guidance
For the suffering
Promise to hold them
Tight and love

Forever and ever.
To subsume, aver
The love you have…

For you.

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
———————–

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
————————

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.

The Clean slate- Prose- May 1993- Readjusted on January 2013

Giverny 2011
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Clean slate
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He turns
In despair
Facing the sky
Not knowing why

Asking for,
Intelligence
To read
The signals

Take care
Rest his soul
Abandon
The fear

Control
The changes
The unknown
Till where

How far
It will go
Understand
The wandering

Misunderstand
What appears
To be evil
Lose harshness

To the abyss
Love with
His heart
Not blabber

Tell them, listen
Validate
His own.
Erasing

Invalidity
Wanting
The energy
Long forgotten

Sucked
In a porthole.
Concentrate
On the finer

Larger, fitter
Worthier.
Feeling
Those moments

Those things
That come back
As delicate
As a blow

Of the wind
On his face.
The shivers
Along his spine

The burning
A clean slate.
Consigned
To oblivion

Dismissed
From his mind
A loss of
Consciousness

Obliterated
From his percipience.
Time, the father
Of wisdom

He lets it
Run its course.
Normalcy
His lease.

Prayer in his heart
Straight to the
First pages
Of his book

Of patience
Toward his life.
Need him
Need them

Family, friends
Children encompassing
Their love, his love.
Circumvent

The laws, accepting…

Nature

Discombobulated heart 1990 ( English poem with French original text )

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There are such times too… 🙂

Discombobulated heart
——————————-

Strident cry
From the depths
Powerful cry
To the God of universes

Incomprehensible desert
Too fertile imagination
Heart in disorder
Anesthesia at port
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Coeur en désordre
————————

Cri strident
Du fond des ténèbres
Cri puissant
Au Dieu des univers

Désert incompréhensible
Imagination trop fertile
Cœur en désordre
Anesthésie au port

By a morning 18th April 1990 ( English poem with French original text )

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This poem I left intact since 1990 and was a result of holidays ending and
having to come back to the realities of chores and routine.

By a morning
—————–

Morning without garden
Sadness with no end
Painful awakening
With a misty heart

Experience acquired
Of a unprecedented sojourn
Paradise Island
Of infinite paths

Free of the conscious
That flew in the fields
Madness in the winds
Lived in the moment

End of a morning
Sadness without garden
Foggy awakening
Of a painful heart

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Par un matin
—————–

Matin sans jardin
Tristesse sans fin
Réveil douloureux
Au cœur brumeux

Expérience acquise
D’un séjour inouï
Ile du paradis
Aux sentiers infinis

Libre du conscient
Envolé dans les champs
Folie dans les vents
Vécu au moment

Fin d’un matin
Tristesse sans jardin
Réveil brumeux
Au cœur douloureux

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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…
————-

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…
—————–

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

Supplication 1987 ( French poem with English translation ” A heartfelt plea ” )

towards your happy dream
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As the poem was written originally in French, I hope the translation is to your satisfaction, let me know 🙂
I am not a professional translator so, it is not an easy task for me, but I try to the best of my abilities.

Supplication
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Emportes moi
Elèves moi
Vers ton rêve heureux

Ôtes moi
Dépouilles moi
De mes idées fuligineuses

Donnes moi des illusions
Qui bousculeront ma perception
Leurres moi un instant
Pour ne plus raisonner un temps

Effaces mes chagrins
Ma révolte de demain
Gardes un tout petit coin
Pour un coeur en besoin

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A heartfelt plea
—————-

Takest me
Raise me
Toward your happy dream

Remove me
Divest me
Of my sooty ideas

Give me illusions
That will challenge my perception
Lure me for a moment
So as not to reason, a time

Erase all my sorrow
Tomorrows revolt
Keep a small corner
For a heart in need