Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite / Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6 septembre 2016

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Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets

Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux

Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux

De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets

 

Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets

De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux

De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux

En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets

 

Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite

Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers

J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites

 

Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite

Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

 

Lecture du sonnet: 

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Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)

September 6, 2016

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The pain that is erased in series of hiccups

To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past

The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum

Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets

 

The memories misplaced images in latches

Are the memory’s sham in my aching body

From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous

In advanced cross weary residents of cafés

 

Resource in me the flame resurrection denied

From sores that are piling a deformed illusion

I would raise the quatrains to newly found places

 

Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version

The music of cellos for heart in two verses

Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Stonemilker – Björk

Lionsong – Björk

Unravel – Björk

 

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

20 August 2016

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Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall

The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent

Corruption is rampant justice absence strident

Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall

 

When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall

The moments then vacant no solace can present

Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament

The end of the journey as the wild creatures call

 

New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither

The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child

The prairies are darker when the flowers wither

 

The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled

The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo

Zitarrosa – Bajofondo

Infiltrado – Bajofondo