6am. the bird sings its poem
Loud and clear
For all to hear
6am. the bird throws away its poem
Will a little female catch it ?
6am. no poem in my head
Heavy thoughts lacking charm
6am. I could throw away
My head
And catch the bird's song instead.
8am. The sun rising, glorious over the hills
Calling me out, out
This very instant.
Birds in concert, now
Inviting for a grand walk.
Do beautiful places lead to beautiful thoughts ?
Will the murky air of the city be left behind,
With all its torments and agonies ?
A beautiful scenery,
A healing balm for a suffering heart.
9am. Sitting at my desk
Birds still chirping
But the mind gone quiet
No one chirping there
Just silence
And the day lying in wait.
Thursday 22 April 2010
Thursday 8 April 2010
La sirene brisee
Josephine est une sirene brisee
Son coeur a ete arrache
Son flanc saigne et elle ne peut plus nager
Elle ne peut que pleurer,
Mais que valent des larmes dans un ocean sale,
Un ocean de larmes,
Un ocean noir de douleur....
Josephine est une sirene brisee
Et elle s'enfonce loin, tres loin dans les grands fonds,
Ou il n'y a plus que vide et silence.
La doucement elle peut enfin s'etendre
Sur le sable fin, gris des fonds marins
Et la, attendre immobile, apprivoiser sa peine,
Si grande qu'elle ne peut plus ni pleurer,
Ni bouger.
Sa peine si grande,
que l'ocean meme ne peut la contenir
Sa peine si grande,
Qu'elle menace de l'ensevelir.
Sa peine, qui va oui, la faire mourir,
Doucement, tranquillement,
Au fond de l'ocean,
Pendant que le Coeur de Josephine reste a battre et a hurler dans des cieux sans pitie.
Son coeur a ete arrache
Son flanc saigne et elle ne peut plus nager
Elle ne peut que pleurer,
Mais que valent des larmes dans un ocean sale,
Un ocean de larmes,
Un ocean noir de douleur....
Josephine est une sirene brisee
Et elle s'enfonce loin, tres loin dans les grands fonds,
Ou il n'y a plus que vide et silence.
La doucement elle peut enfin s'etendre
Sur le sable fin, gris des fonds marins
Et la, attendre immobile, apprivoiser sa peine,
Si grande qu'elle ne peut plus ni pleurer,
Ni bouger.
Sa peine si grande,
que l'ocean meme ne peut la contenir
Sa peine si grande,
Qu'elle menace de l'ensevelir.
Sa peine, qui va oui, la faire mourir,
Doucement, tranquillement,
Au fond de l'ocean,
Pendant que le Coeur de Josephine reste a battre et a hurler dans des cieux sans pitie.
The two angels
In a land of deep fog
Two angels strayed and lost their way
The mist, the wind and the cold,
Took hold of their slight ethereal bodies,
And kept them lost, in a land of deep fog.
They cried and tried their utmost to be brave
And to take flight again
But the adverse conditions, contrary elements,
Won : they never found their way home.
Instead they took abode on Earth
In a land of deep fog and ghosts.
There, the two angels met.
Only one recognised the other
'You are my soul'
Said one to the other
He was not heard
'You are my world'
Said one to the other
He was not heard
Thus, one angel lost the other
And in a land of deep fog and despair
Each went sadly their own way
Unrecognised, in disguise,
For ever unreunited
For ever separated
Till the day
They died.
Two angels strayed and lost their way
The mist, the wind and the cold,
Took hold of their slight ethereal bodies,
And kept them lost, in a land of deep fog.
They cried and tried their utmost to be brave
And to take flight again
But the adverse conditions, contrary elements,
Won : they never found their way home.
Instead they took abode on Earth
In a land of deep fog and ghosts.
There, the two angels met.
Only one recognised the other
'You are my soul'
Said one to the other
He was not heard
'You are my world'
Said one to the other
He was not heard
Thus, one angel lost the other
And in a land of deep fog and despair
Each went sadly their own way
Unrecognised, in disguise,
For ever unreunited
For ever separated
Till the day
They died.
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