Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni - Chanson française nostalgique, poétique et Trip-Hop | Chansons composées avec Suno (Mes paroles, ma voix) 5 Octobre 2026
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## 🧠 LE PROCESSUS
"J’ai modifié mon poème original en l’adaptant sous forme de paroles pour une chanson générée avec Suno, utilisant ma propre voix. Vous trouverez ci-dessous une partie du poème original, les paroles révisées et la version musicale
## 📜 POEME ORIGINAL
Entre oripeaux, marionnettes et vieux prélats, Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni refuse les vérités offertes sous leurs plus beaux atours. Un quart de tour suffit pour interrompre la danse imposée, regarder au-delà des apparences et choisir soi-même de partir ou de rester. Toute sève ne nourrit pas, tout sceau ne consacre pas, et même lorsque la vie nous ramène au plus près des abats, nous pouvons encore aspirer à leur ciel.
[Verse] Me vois-tu là œuvrer préparer le départ Tu peux lors admirer le summum de mon art de tanner oripeaux en un immense voilage ériger mes flambeaux en vue d’un long voyage
[Verse] Le départ va sonner trois petits tours et un quart Miroir pour se mirer traversée de l’écart Vois préparer les eaux insondable barrage Estampillés les sceaux de mon royal plumage
[Chorus] Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni où j’enfante Roi mécène, Dieu des deux mondes béni Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats Éperdu mon souffle je renie vieux prélats
[Verse] Coups en corps par milliers inlassables soldats Je perce les flancs serrés d’un rideau de combats Tréteaux blafards d’une scène où l’on vit l’ennemi En dedans coule une sève que mon ventre vomit
[Chorus] Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni où j’enfante Roi mécène, Dieu des deux mondes béni Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats Éperdu mon souffle je renie vieux prélats
## 🎧 CHANSON SUNO
Ecoutez comment ce poème est transformé en musique selon divers genres.
### 🍂 Chanson française nostalgique Une chanson très nostalgique avec des sons de piano délicats, un son de violon poignant et des accents de guitare pour un accompagnement en douceur Vois le sort – Chanson française nostalgique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🖋️ Chanson française poétique Une voix intimiste, des sons de piano délicats, guitare acoustique, violencelle subtil, atmosphère poétique. Vois le sort – Chanson française poétique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🌌 Chanson française Trip-Hop Trip-hop mystique à la voix féminine envoûtante et chargée d'émotion, fusion atmosphérique et lente de rythmes hip-hop et de textures électroniques, boîte à musique, rythme fluide à l'énergie onirique Vois le sort – Chanson française Trip-Hop | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
## 🎼 A PROPOS DE CETTE VERSION
Cette chanson a été interprétée dans le registre poétique, nostalgique et Trip-Hop pour explorer comment les mêmes paroles évoluent à travers des influences musicales différentes.
Infinity's Time – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 24 June 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
A dreamtime journey through memory, spacetime and transformation while preserving one’s moral values/ethics. Between lost sailors, shifting worlds and infinite patterns, the poem explores the possibility that consciousness is not merely an observer of reality, but an active participant in its unfolding.
Blue waters Encircling the port Carry weight Of stories Lost sailors buried under Pirates that plunder
[Verse] Blue waters encircling the port Carry weight of stories restored The lost sailors buried under dark wrecks of pirates that plunder
[Verse] They wage wars the heavens deny Our wage peace in hearts that comply Our daily toil rewarded Light kindred, twenty-three hundred
[Verse] The clock marks the eleventh hour joining pulsations of power Mutations process with the quakes Infinity code, the skin breaks
[Verse] In dark playgrounds where we rewind ghostly tales seek my spinning mind Winged creatures birth from my bosom Birds becoming whales, blue, fulsome
[Chorus] Gathered crowd, crisscross of patterns Eight rivers stretching, raised lanterns crossing at the peak of low Tides Infinity’s Time slow divides
[Verse] Shards of memory retrieving pieces retreating, bereaving Hammered Truth in minds agonised In frames hung on nails weaponised
[Verse] We design Spacetime’s cavities Weak promise, forget parities Strong keep promises never made will in the intent never swayed
[Verse] We find ease in lives lived unbent The regret a shadow half spent The meek speak while the proud bellow To each kind of speech own fellow
[Chorus] Gathered crowd, crisscross of patterns Eight rivers stretching, raised lanterns crossing at the peak of low Tides Infinity’s Time slow divides
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Noir Blues, smoky late-night atmosphere, slow tempo, brushed drums, sparse electric guitar, weary female vocals, melancholic blues Infinity’s Time – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎸 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Infinity’s Time – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Infinity’s Time – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Noir Blues, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
Tango to Centre – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 11 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects upon tango, in its original and deeply connected form, as a catalyst for inner alignment, centring and reconnection with the self and the inner observer. Through movement, rhythm and emotional attunement between partners, the dance becomes a shared space of presence and transformation. The poem also draws a subtle parallel between tango and Sufi whirling: while Sufi whirling seeks transcendence through solitary rotation and spiritual surrender, tango achieves a similar state through the union, balance and shared turning of two intertwined beings.
Brushed aside Like the dust in piles Covering Smothering Shake it off briskly step out Tango to Centre
[Verse] Prepare self like a swan to glide memories cobwebs brushed aside Like the dust in piles covering eyes and mouths slowly smothering Shake it off briskly and step out Tango to Centre drawn without
[Verse] Raked raw the prongs seeping through translucent shining skin’s blue hue Rid yourself of the iron clasps as dance begins the lady gasps echoes of sound seep into skin Tango to Centre drawn within
[Verse] They lay claims on the waist thimble Partner a male choice, feet nimble Rally to create connection a slight pulse for the direction music picks up as bodies turn Tango to Centre that hearts yearn
[Chorus] Inner worlds revealed through whirling Like twins the Spirits keep twirling Deepest embrace with skin on skin So pleasantly paired, cheek on chin The feet conjoined can never part Tango to Centre stored in heart
[Verse] Twirling world building from chaos In the tanda move tangueros Hurtling through all the confusion dance in heart through the illusion the eyes meeting holding the stare Tango to Centre spreading bare
[Verse] Threefold aims written in the book Ladies’ heads in the male neck’s nook They follow softly, their gait slight Their steps scribble on the page white a flurry of inky black words Tango to Centre with the birds
[Chorus] Inner worlds revealed through whirling Like twins the Spirits keep twirling Deepest embrace with skin on skin So pleasantly paired, cheek on chin The feet conjoined can never part Tango to Centre stored in heart
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Tango to Centre – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Tango to Centre – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating tango instruments for a distinctive sound. Tango to Centre – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic and Indie influences coloured with tango music.
When you are into healing (whether the planet, people, yourself or other sentient beings), there comes a time in your life when the concept of having a great time out with friends bears not much of a sense to you anymore. It is not that you don’t like your friends anymore or don’t want to be with them, it is just that the concept of “hanging out” as perceived by your friends bears no kinship with the meaning of having a good time as you envision it.
This is not something that I have always been experiencing as there was a time when I would not mind “hanging out” with friends (both male and female) and being silly and having fun. I still don’t mind having fun but the awkwardness that has crept into this having fun where people find it necessary to plaster their facebook, Instagram, tiktok or other more physical walls with stills or videos of them screaming, gesticulating or performing other wild actions and voice streams just does not appeal to me anymore – if it ever had really appealed to me. I also tire of some whose narcissistic display goes beyond conveying just a photo of them feeling happy but includes several videos of face and increasingly naked body shots of themselves with different kinds of music. Result is unfollow, unfollow, unfollow…
Beyond that slight growing distaste of the splashing of these sometimes crude moments (I have seen some displaying the main character throw up repeatedly to the chorus of her friends laughing) for others to see as if they would not be satisfactory in and of themselves but would only take on meaning if others were to look at them and enjoy them, endorsing this enjoyment by a like applied to this display, I realised that I was growing tired of this whole type of exterior itself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people sharing nice moments when they are happy or landscapes of where they have been and I too take photos that I post on Instagram or facebook but they don’t go beyond conveying this positive message. The almost fake screaming and going wild to compete with other streams where people seem wild has just become too much of drama to bear, especially when I compared it to the seemingly endless suffering of other human beings in distress whether because of war, hunger, both or other reasons.
I started slowly realising that I not only don’t enjoy these crude or sad messages anymore but I simply feel the need to withdraw from these manifestations of an overwhelming desire to appear to have fun – for the sake of the camera – and forget the fun itself. Unfollow.. unfollow… The resulting stream on facebook and Instagram is mainly of my extended family, some good friends and some meaningful videos put together by organisations that want to convey a message.
Nowadays, I mostly enjoy actual artsy moments with people singing, dancing or drawing/painting and most of all, I enjoy watching children having fun on and off camera. The view of nature (whether landscapes, birds or animals) also appeals to me far more than the forced enjoyment of human beings. I find that in my life as well, I interact more and more with children and nature and my only interactions with older human beings are for my daily work, the times when I go to the gym and of course when I walk outside or heal people.
My healing of people would have become all-encompassing if I did not have a daily job. I feel compelled to do it and am so much happier when I can dedicate my time to healing others, myself and Mother Earth. It is sometimes so strong that when I merely think of healing somebody else and have not yet started the healing, that person would send me a message saying they feel so much better. I wonder whether it is the placebo effect or the fact that with the strong intention being outside of time, the effect was already manifesting itself before I had begun (a quantum level of healing).
Plunging into this healing world and my inner thoughts, meditation and awareness has made me distance myself more and more from the outer world. It is as if that world were disappearing into a great void, a black hole yet at the same time it burns as bright as an enormous flame. I sometimes wonder whether I would open my eyes and see that there was nothing around anymore, just emptiness and a new world rebuilding, much better than it was. Then I open my eyes and see more killing, more pain, more fear and again gear myself towards healing, inward, outward, all-encompassing. I heal and I keep my faith in human beings because before some wound or a cumulative array of wounds forced them into a warped sense of adulthood that lost the inner child, they were children too.
The world twirls
whirling into place
Rejection,
acceptance,
contradictory notions
into level field
Winding paths
lead into somewhere
Guesstimate,
impressions
All that I have unravels
as my eye follows
Within mind
landscapes of morrows
they shine bright
through my will
I am now unbreakable
All grows within me
Reading of the poem:
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