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The world of silence-March 1991-Adjusted-January 2013

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the world of silence

The world of silence

Alone to be yourself
Through your eyes
Not another’s
Harmony to
Whom you owe
Nothing, everything…

You pick conticent
Plenitude that
Obliges nothing…
Words unsettles
Whereas silence…
In blessedness
In its right measure

Nothing better for
Unadulterated repose.
Alone for the world tires…
Verbal duels, ambiguous
Phrases, complex minds,
Primeval instincts…
Wary, dominant,

Sometimes wild,
Sensitivity at skin level,
Applying pity in most
Unforeseen moments…
Very little for you who
Flees from all that.
Weary to the point…

Of taking refuge in
The World of silence.


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



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


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


Year ’88 Poem translated in English ( with French original text )

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Year ’88

We are so taken
By the whirls of life
That sometimes we forget
To live without noise

Look, breathe
Instead of…
Counting, calculating
Sing, dance
Instead of…
Running and catching

We are so taken
By the flow of this life
That we get bored and forget
Today’s good fortune


L’an ’88

On est tellement prit
Par le tourbillon de la vie
Que parfois, l’on oublie
De vivre sans bruit

Regarder, respirer
Au lieu de…
Compter, calculer
Chanter, danser
Au lieu de…
Courir, rattraper

On est tellement prit
Par le courant de cette vie
Qu’on s’ennuie et oublie
Le bonheur d’aujourd’hui