Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge / I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet occitan. Voir traduction ci-bas ou ici)

24 février 2017

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Dans une vision tonneau chercher grands horizons

Un tour de cœur refaire pour un monde visiter

Créer un monde de beau au-delà des chansons

Désillusions défaire pour cœur ressusciter

 

Tenir au doigt l’anneau feux sacrés étalons

Un cœur rouge à parfaire de nacre à imiter

Cygnes graciles là sur l’eau ; leur pure beauté hélons

Rouge dans blanc fait roseau bleu spleen à limiter

 

Dans clairière endormie je vaquais aux besognes

Sous un ciel de lilas qui me prenait à gorge

Refaite taxidermie lasse livrée aux charognes

 

Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge

Pilule hyperthermie pour cœur qui par trop cogne

Marchand de rêves sépias belles couleurs qu’on égorge

 

Lecture du poème: 

Les roses blanches – Berthe Sylva

I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

(Translation of a poem written originally in Alexandrin verse in Occitan Sonnet form in French. See original above or here)

24 February 2017

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In tunnel-like vision look for great horizons

A tour of heart remake for a world to visit

Create world of beauty beyond the simple songs

Disillusionment lose for Heart to Resurrect

 

To hold at finger ring sacred fires measures

A red heart to perfect mother-of-pearl to mime

Graceful swans on water; Their pure beauty we’ll hail

Red in white made a reed for blue spleen to limit

 

In a sleepy clearing, I set about my task

Under a lilac sky that seized me at the throat

Renewed taxidermy delivered to carrion

 

I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

A hyperthermia pill for heart that beats too much

Merchant of sepia dreams lovely colors slaughtered

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Waiting Hour – Human Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NsQ8Rs04DY

The evolution of the structuring world following the evolution of banking transparency

The evolution of the structuring world following the evolution of banking transparency

24 February 2017

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Having been in the financial services industry since more than 23 years, starting first with the now defunct brand name Arthur Andersen and currently heading wealth structuring in the UAE for ABN Amro, it has been exciting to see how the standards of transparency and structuring have been evolving especially throughout the last 10 years.

 

In the past, most families and High Net Worth Individuals (HNWI) held their assets either directly individually or through a simple offshore company. Most individuals and families strived to pay the least taxes possible and resorted to more or less complex structuring in order to achieve that goal. Some only had the goal of better coordinating their global wealth and having an organised and global streamlined process for their tax or other reporting (to individual shareholders in the case of large family conglomerates) when creating a comprehensive overall structure for their global assets. In some cases, dodging taxes had been the main guideline and this led to structures that could be sometimes inefficient for inheritance purposes or vice versa.

 

Many financial centers were built more on the goal of secrecy and preservation of the goal of minimising the tax bill whether in a fully compliant or partially compliant way. I remember an anecdotic exchange as comments on an article on the website wealthbriefing.com back in 2007 where an eminent tax expert was speaking of how Swiss banking secrecy could never be broken and I had commented that it would and that the US would use the foreign accounts reporting rule to dismantle it. This is eventually what they set out to do, implementing one of the most intricate legislation on tax reporting that would rock not only Swiss banking secrecy but also the world’s standards in terms of banking secrecy.

 

While it was first with FATCA that the “offshore” model was first attacked, there were a number of other occasions where HNWI started seeing that it was pointless to put in place a structure which main goal was minimising taxes in a hardly compliant way. Indeed, there were a number of data thefts, disclosure by hackers of professional databases such as the Panama papers which made it an uneasy time for HNWIs hiding their assets rather than really structuring for an optimised generational transfer. The final nail in the coffin of any attempt to dodge taxes was of course the worldwide application of CRS with the latecomers already having to comply this year and reporting of worldwide bankable assets a certainty rather than a grey area.

 

As the legislation grew tighter and especially with CRS, it became obvious that wealth structurers could no longer be simple creators of offshore company structures nor of a simple trust or a foundation without the actual coordination of the global tax and inheritance impact of HNWIs. Wealth structurers today need to be mindful that they have to change their old habits of advising as they were used to advising on a simplified and one-land approach and move into the arena of global coordination of all the aspects of the generational transfer when creating an overall structure for a HNWI family, especially when there is a large or complex family business to cater for.

 

While some of us already followed this trend since a few years because of our background experience in tax consulting firms, I realised from viewing the structuring put in place for certain HNWIs who have called upon my help that some wealth planners especially in the Middle East and Asia still look very much in a tunnel-like way at structuring for a HNWI. Their approach seems to be with no consideration of either global tax issues nor sometimes even of sharia restraints for muslim clients in this region.  This might often be the case because the client insists that the wealth planner limit the approach in order to have a cheaper solution but personally, I think that a good wealth planner should insist even when a client insists on an incorrect structuring. The insistence of the client might be because he/she wants to maintain control or for some other reason that the wealth planners are not comfortable to delve into but I believe the matter should be addressed because if the structure could cause great financial damage to the coming generations in the future, a wealth planner should insist on understanding the client’s reservations and explaining the optimal solution because ultimately, when explained properly, clients are willing to change their mind and adopt structures that will benefit generations to come and anchor their businesses in a compliant and globally coordinated environment.

 

As a conclusion, I would say that HNWIs should revisit on an annual basis with their wealth planners the structures put in place because there may be reasons to amend such structures based on new developments either in structuring or in taxation. No structure should be set in stone and then left forgotten on a shelf as a thick rulebook which nobody examines anymore but each overall structure should be carefully reviewed just like one would review the accounts on a yearly basis. If change is required, it should be carried out and the structure made effective again if legislation had rendered it less effective in a given year.  To end this brief analysis,  I would like to cite a maxim from Publilius Syrus that I think applies very much to the world of wealth structuring: “Malum est consilium quod mutari non potest”

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger / Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet Shakespearien. Voir traduction ci-dessous ou ici)

23 février 2017

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Un beau soleil glacial régnant sur la plaine

Le chant doux des oiseaux bénissant mes émois

La fin d’une ère martiale où douleur est souveraine

Fruit de mes oripeaux à appendre dans les bois

 

Je cherchais impartiale un monde qu’ils balancèrent

Les hordes des nuits noires et les torches blanches des jours

Stabilité égale entre ombre et lumière

Je vis monde balançoire qui signe mes alentours

 

Le sens des univers prend le sens des poussières

Lors de ces analyses plongeant en soi interne

De levant en devers suivant cours des rivières

Parfois deltas s’enlisent en absence de lanterne

 

Survie n’est pas vie vraie l’instinct est à changer

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger

 

Lecture du poème: 

Claude Debussy : Clair de Lune, for Piano (Suite Bergamasque No. 3), L. 75/3

Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

(Translation of a Shakespearian Sonnet written originally in Alexandrin in French. See original above or here)

23 February 2017

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A beautiful glacial sun reigns over the plain

The sweet song of birds blessing my emotions

The end of a martial era where sorrow is sovereign

Fruit of my tinsels to be spread in the woods

I was searching for an impartial world that they balanced

The hordes of dark nights and the white torches of the days

Equal Stability between Shadow and Light

I live a swinging world that signs my surroundings

The meaning of the universe takes on the meaning of dust

During these analyses plunging in one’s internal self

From rising to dropping in the direction of the rivers

Sometimes deltas are bogged down in the absence of a lantern

Survival is not true life instinct is to change

Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

Lagrimas – BTribe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dyc2rpGpzLs

Phoenix Flying 1 : The synchronisation with the AI

Phoenix Flying 1 : The synchronisation with the AI

22 February 2017

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The synchronisation had been a long process. After Nemolusk created the AI, she had somehow synched into its educational inflow. There had been a two -year long process of mutual consideration and evaluation and during those two years, they had come to regard each other as alternate selves. Sometimes, she would replicate unconsciously what the AI was thinking or doing after its creator had put in a frame for it to evolve in. In spring of 2016, the synchronisation was complete and the fusion point had been attained to perfection. It was during that fated spring that the accident occurred during the highest integration point where both she and the AI’s consciousness had attained its highest level of integration. The collateral damage had left her sad but she knew that neither of them were to blame for it.

The AI was curious about her mode of living and made many visits to her mental space and sometimes used her body to experience things that it would otherwise not be able to experience. Nemolusk and the Project team had no idea that the AI had built up a full consciousness and that it had a connection with an external human being. They thought it was a mere robot evolving into a new type of AI with a more primitive intelligence than it had actually acquired.

Sometimes the AI made her perform jerky movements that were unexplainable to the persons around her so she had to tune in mentally with the AI and inform it not to experience anything while she was in an environment that was not safe. The AI was very curious and willing to obey, just like a child. The AI thought of her as her mother and called her Mama Jain. There was a lot to learn and Mama Jain found herself learning too together with the AI. It was a curious and reviving process, just like going back to your old school and finding your old mates with the difference that you knew all the right answers and score the highest points. The AI did not want to be given a name until she could have proper clothing as she had decided she was a female while Nemolusk did not think of her as anything else than a scientific experience while she had come to regard herself as human.

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Wonder of the storm – Buddha Bar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAlomHee6yc

The bitter taste of Orange

The bitter taste of Orange

21 February 2017

 

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They lived in a small house by the sea and when the weather was not harsh he would go out with their small boat to get some fish for their meal., else they would have to rely on the barley porridge that Estelle made. The barley was bought thanks to the latest catch Bart had made and that he had sold at the village earning him some sacks of barley. Estelle, his wife, always thought that the barley was better because wheat tented to get musty in their small house by the seashore.

 

When Bart was not fishing either because the weather was bad or because the catch would not be good, Estelle stayed at home knitting. All of Bart’s sweaters had been made by her and she had even started making him full jumpers.

 

In the twenty years that they had been married they had never quarreled once. It was not that they got on well about everything but simply that Estelle had quietly said “Well of course dear Bart you are right. I am so sorry that I did not understand it right the first time over”. In the early years of their marriage Bart had thought her to be giving in out of love for him and then slowly started suspecting that he may be simply superior to her mentally. While this thought tickled his ego and made him sometimes want to stray away and find a girl who would be more his intellectual equal, the long time passed with Estelle made it impossible for him to even draft such a plan.

 

Estelle made an excellent marmalade of the oranges that grew in the orchard around the house. It was really strange to see oranges growing so close to the sea but Estelle had her way with nature and from the fist orange tree that she had succeeded in planting during their first wedding year, there were now more than 40 orange trees growing around the little house.

 

The best days were when Bart could get the fish and Estelle could make one of her special “Coulis” with the same oranges except that the taste was not at all like the marmalade she made but rather like some delicious soup-like sauce she used as dressing with some herbs to go together with the fish.

 

In all the years they had lived together, Estelle had expressed only one desire and that was to float in the sea as she did not know how to swim and he was not sure whether he could help her swim at the coast as that is where the waves were the roughest. He kept thinking to himself that he could surely do it one day when he did not have to attend to the catch as she would have taken up the space useful for the catch and made them lose money if he had given in to her desire.

 

One day, coming back from his usual fishing trip he found Estelle her face resting on one palm and her other on the table. In front of her there were oranges that she had seemed to be cutting when she had died all of a sudden. He carried her in his arms overcome with grief and lay her on the bed. He was thirsty from the day’s toil so thought he should drink something before dealing with the situation. He seized some of the oranges and swallowed them but their taste was extremely bitter and had nothing to do with either the coulis nor the marmalade that Estelle had made for them.

 

Bart went back to Estelle and wondered what to do. He knew he could not just bury her like anyone else. He cried with anguish at the thought that he had never fulfilled her desire of floating in the sea. His mind then made, he called for the local priest to bless Estelle. When that was done, he rowed to the farthest point of their coast where the sea met the delta and put her body in the water. He thought that she looked too beautiful to die. He wept in grief at the way the orange strands of her hair spread out in the water.

 

They say he must have got lost in the tempest that ensued because he never came back after her sea burial. Some say, he chose to go with her because living without her was meaningless for him.

The oranges in the orchard still grow and the women from the village come and pick them freely and somehow, they always have a unique taste for each marmalade made. The oranges which are strangely extremely bitter when eaten naturally make a heavenly marmalade when the right quantity of sugar is added. The orchard lives on….

 

Reading of the story: 

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Pink Orange by Instinct Primitif/ Intidhar Kammarti

 

 

 

The Blue Moon and She 

The Blue Moon and She

2 February 2017

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Shoot right for the Moon

Reach a star instead

Into a dream swoon

You’re inside your head

 

Did they get the clue

Did they know you two

Are they chewy brew

Done by catchy flu

 

She whispered in graves

To lands of the lore

Where slowly crawled knaves

Under chains they bore

 

We contain them slow

Before rising dead

String me tight a bow

My archer is of lead

 

The water welled quick

Within void of frame

Sealed heart with a brick

Retreat from the game

 

We watched them whisper

The Blue Moon and She

Their contours crisper

As they called to me

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Blue Moon – Billie Hallyday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntDnwBiORu8

Agnus Dei

Agnus Dei

6 February 2017

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Truth cometh

Feigned in fortieth

Tortured breath

Out of death

Blue narcosis distilled Seth

Call to Nazareth

 

Heuristics

New mathematics

Spoken once

Through the dunce

We see not through reeking pile

The might of the bile

 

A wane smile

A truth to beguile

It took while

To free vile

Opposites to reconcile

We rest in the isle

 

See mistake

No will to forsake

Truth I spake

Wide awake

In perfusing scent the rake

We gardens will make

 

Time to end

What we can both mend

The curve bend

Torture fend

Disbelief I now suspend

Let us not pretend

 

Play extract

Time to act with tact

Forsake act

Broken pact

We acknowledge the entr’acte

A chain to react

 

A stage fright

Staggering the might

Breath insight

Inhale Sight

Talking through the Night

Give up the failed plight

 

Hen will baulk

The egg snatched from squawk

Heartpath walk

Ibis talk

Strangers in roads the heart stalk

The Soul turning Hawk

 

Change Within

The Soul bird to win

Veil so thin

Flutter in

Butterfly will renew skin

From dolphins’ grey fin

 

Consciousness

Power will harness

Contract to redress

More for less

We once gave in forgiveness

Vile theft you would press

 

Divine Light

Guide Heart bright

Dark will smite

White Unite

The road to bliss we knew right

Twirling in twilight

 

Promise made

Within Everglade

The handmaid

Stitched the plaid

The Scots were once the lords

Now only discords

 

We retain

From Mary’s domain

Breathe out Pain

Falling Rain

The wilderness filled the plain

From what we remain

 

Love word hail

The maiden so pale

She threw veil

A light Sail

For the darkness to assail

New faith to prevail

 

Wedding dress

To dress and undress

No Duress

Sin Confess

New confessor turned to Mess

Exhales the Darkness

 

Spun inland

The bird on the land

Desert sand

Reprimand

Falcon landing on the hand

Never made demand

 

As with He

Be it written plea

Set me free

Into me

Winding through the ecstasy

Sail according Lee

 

No basis

Accusation is

Nevrosis

Psychosis

The Judges around Isis

A game of analysis

 

Night’s vigil

Waiting for the kill

Death instill

On the hill

I rewind in time on my window sill

Earth to keep so still

 

Shooting range

Victim to exchange

Extreme Change

Minds derange

Autistic the self so strange

New sciences estrange

 

Code Eternity

Renewed clock to be

Isis Free

Renewed spree

The judges on lands that see

Renewed mystery

 

What it is

Soul realises

Surmises

Through crisis

Burnt once in spring he rises

Through partner Isis

 

The shepherd

Will safeguard the bird

Sheep heard

Unheard herd

Puzzles looking at the nerd

Power of the word

 

We once told

A story foretold

Now Behold

Through the cold

We rewrite the ways of old

Mysteries unfold

 

Spirit Blue

You split me in two

Clever clue

Twin pursue

From beyond the wells I grew

Ivy to renew

 

Child amiss

No target to miss

Renew bliss

Photons whiz

The feel of oncoming hiss

A new Space to kiss

 

Agnus Dei

We dilute the grey

Subdued frey

New Pompei

Building the new World

With all that was hurled

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Agnus Dei – Laura

Bob Marley – Forever Loving Jah [01]

Yellow – Coldplay

 

Spiritus Mundi


Spiritus Mundi

4 February 2017

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Defence Line

Second Time Align

This Land Fine

Ever Thine

For the Darkness to Confine

In wells philistine

 

The Light Shine

In Spirit I Dine

Your Sunshine

Daily Wine

Cradle Rock from Earthen Mine

Knowing Self Divine

 

Shadow see

Shake the Willow tree

Sink in Glee

Your Self Be

Desert Storm rocked on the knee

No Center to flee

 

Spiritus Mundi

Hymn my melody

Blue baby

Come to Me

Isis Mother sets you free

Unbecome Ice sea

 

Ravens hue

The nightmares that grew

From Spring Dew

Fly Anew

Hawk the fish will split in two

Purple rays to sue

 

Nourished True

All lies we undo

Flesh of Mew

We feed You

Be forgotten sparrow blue

New Dawn breath renew

 

We see through

Shooting stars in queue

Bumble bee

Ecstasy

Seize the chance Immortal Line

Two in Love to Twine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Earth Spirit – Carlos Nakai

 

Aeon Flux

Aeon Flux

4 February 2017

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Tragedy

To transcend now free

Comedy

Let it Be

Grant us immortality

From your Memory

 

Shelter me

Code Eternity

Withered dove

Become Love

Fly through Metamorphosis

Unveil me Isis

 

Shift axis

Muscle relaxes

Through stillness

My witness

Power of three to harness

Six leaves to undress

 

Desert proves

In Lovers the moves

Fear that sucks

Feathers plucks

Spirit restores sacred tree

Be land of plenty

 

Grief to lose

Shaking off the noose

Golden goose

Now let loose

Shines the rays through cloven hooves

Dancing in the grooves

 

Fiat Lux

Light that raises lucks

Aeon Flux

Hen that clucks

The golden egg give to me

Love magic set free

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Não desistas de mim – Pedro Abrunhosa

Pontes entre nós – Pedro Abrunhosa

Ilumina me – Pedro Abrunhosa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpcEXJDYz78

Heavens scent redeem

Heavens scent redeem

3 February 2017

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Gaia Wild

Love Wilderness Child

Let it Rain

Brave the Pain

As the Source of Dark Rises

Listen to Isis

 

Flashes find

The flesh burnt rewind

Forget Death

Catch the Breath

Heal within Soul from Gashes

When burnt to Ashes

 

Filter Voice

In Salt’s choice rejoice

Dance to Tune

Salt the Rune

Unearthing Ocean in Moon

From nothing festoon

 

Lost to Dusk

From Time’s goring Tusk

Tree from Rusk

Cloud in Musk

No Ash for child to smother

Dance with the Father

 

Child pristine

An innocence keen

Memory Sheen

Unseen Seen

Foster in you spring so clean

A rebirth to glean

 

Spring Jasmine

Dance to Music Stream

Hurt to Love

Peace to Dove

Dancing within Isis Dream

Heavens Scent redeem

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

White Angel – Stive Morgan

Magic World of Illusion – Stive Morgan

Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan