Claudia

Dark it is.

My eyes are closed.

I open them…

An evening of light,

A night as none.

Stars shining in the sky,

I enjoy watching a beautiful comet flyby.

Following its move as a tidal wave along the shore,

My eyes are gliding,

Mesmerized by a lightning,

The reflection exploding of two golden twin-stars, 

Their magnificence abiding,

Embellishing this world.

I cry…

I cry this squall.

Try to reach those twin-stars.

A face…

Not stars,

But a face I am looking at.

My hands are shaking,

My strength is waning. 

I have become a child.

A child scared of the unknown.

A boy frightened for his first kiss.

I put my hands in front of my eyes.

 Don’t want to see this face,

Don’t want to be afraid,

Don’t want to accept the truth.

I run…

I run as fast as I can,

With my eyes covered.

Blind but not visionless,

I move into the unknown.

Colours are passing, drawing pictures.

The face again.

My eyes are closed.

An evening of light,

A night I will not forget.

28 January 2002

Bulle de Savon

Une bulle de savon flotte dans les airs,

Mon regard s’y reposant -

Je fléchi face à ce jeu d’escrime d’une beauté venue des abîmes.

De l’autre côté je t’y retrouve,

Me regardant, me scrutant.

La bulle bien que petite, altère ton image,

L’émerveillement est total dans ce déphasage temporel.

Nous voilà face à face.

Derrière ton regard reluisant,

Signe de sagacité iconoclaste –

Mon cœur trépidant,

Se sent de part sa naïveté chaste.

Le monde autour de nous n’est plus

Qu’un jaune sans texture,

Une salle sans augure.

Une âme en soi.

Je viens à toi.

Je m’anéanti pour toi.

Sourit car soumis je suis…

11 Mars 2002

The owl

Garden of sensual light, a land of sensorial delight.

Quiver for a gentle wind, an arrow as gust that freshens and binds.

Sound in the night, beckoned by the owl,

Keeper of the heights, lord in his vow.

Listen to this whirlwind of words,

Quenching a king’s thirst for idioms and absolution.

Grab this tense horde,

A cradle for reality messing with regression.

This is a place, where no king shall wear this name,

For the owl, keeper of these heights is lord

Upon his vow.

12 July 2001