Fireflies in the sky

Fireflies in the sky

7 March 2018

The road was getting darker as she drove further into the wilderness. Looking back into the rear view mirror she could see the city fading behind her. Soon the city lights would all be gone. She pondered whether she should continue on this road as there were no street lights. She realised that if she got lost here there would be nobody to turn to help for as not many people chose to go through this road, especially at this time of the night.

As if in answer to her internal question, a small light flickered ahead and she thought it to be a good omen. Surely there would be a few people ahead of her whom she could ask for help if she were to get stranded on these external routes. She pressed the pedal and sped toward the source of the light which flickered before it went out. Her doubts returned again but she decided to carry on all the same. All around her she could feel the desert slowly closing in on her as the road branched into smaller desert paths.

She drove on in almost pitch black except for where her headlights cleared a path in the black of the night. At times she was not even sure anymore that she was still on the path except for the fact that she could feel hard ground under the wheels. She decided to pay special attention to the feel of the road and to return in case she felt the front wheels touch any sand. She was aware that if she got stuck in the sand here there would be little chance of her getting out of it before the morning.

She marveled at how just a few kilometers away from the heart of a buzzing city full of nightlife one could go to such pitch black silence. In the distance she could hear the hum of the electrical posts that were relaying life saving electricity to the residents of the city. She thought to herself that while people could use candlelight to replace the bulbs in case of an outage nobody could do anything against the heat if such a thing were to happen. She remembered the month in July when her air conditioner had been out of service and the landlord had taken weeks to repair it. Each day had then been like a journey into hell and her helper had had to change the bedsheets every day.

She noticed a flicker again in the sky and decided to drive in its direction. The tiny flicker grew a bit and was joined by other flickers that started to grow in size as she drove nearer. She could see in the distance an outline of trees with the flickers just above the treetops. She hastened towards the point where all the flickers seemed to converge, anxious to find out where the flickers came from. Soon she reached the end of the desert path which then turned into sand. She took out the torch light from the glove compartment and proceeded toward the source of the flickering light.

After a few meters, she came into what seemed like a growth of several palm trees and other trees she could not identify. At the top of the trees she could see hundreds of them flickering in the sky. It was like a cosmic dance of light and she realised that the flickering was from fireflies. The sky was full of them. She wondered how the fireflies had gotten here and then decided to enjoy the sight without further questions. She raced back to the car and took out the mat that she kept there. She unfolded it on the ground and lay on it, gazing up at where the fireflies in the sky competed with the light of the stars. It was the first time in a long while that she could actually see the stars. The fireflies with the backdrop of the stars was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes as she lay back gazing at the illuminated sky.

 

Fireflies – Owl City

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent / Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan en vers Alexandrin. Traduit en sonnet anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

22 décembre 2016

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Retrouve dans les tanières le vieux lion affaibli

Sans passé sans demain source tarie exposer

Reléguer les rivières aux bons soins de l’oubli

Les clés du lendemain dans âme entreposer

 

Vois-le reprendre matière de substance anobli

Ambre et myrrhe sur jasmin un tapis déposer

Elaguer les clairières bois de teinte rétabli

Se frayer un chemin dans nos cœurs reposer

 

Dessine-moi un agneau vaquant libre en demeure

Cloître froideur de domaine où les bons cœurs pourrissent

Remets-moi mon anneau d’avant que je ne meure

 

Les loups recouvrent la plaine de nos corps se nourrissent

Ravive-moi le flambeau tendu à la vaine heure

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Ma Liberté – Serge Reggiani

Les Loups sont entrés dans Paris – Serge Reggiani

Le Temps qui reste – Serge Reggiani

 

Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

(Translation into a sonnet in English from a French occitan sonnet written in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

22 December 2016

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Find hidden in the dens the old lion weakened

With no past no morrow dried shrunken source expose

Relegating rivers to care of oblivion

The keys of tomorrow within the soul dispose

 

See him resume matter of substance ennobled

Amber and myrrh on jasmine a carpet depose

Prune the trees in clearings wood in hue established

Plowing hard a pathway into our hearts repose

 

Draw me a little lamb running free in the shed

Cloister cold of domain where good hearts are rotting

Relinquish to me ring from before I was dead

 

The wolves cover the plain make our bodies repair

Revive in me the torch stretched to vain time ticking

Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Comfortably Numb – Roger Waters

Watching TV – Roger Waters

Perfect Sense I & II – Roger Waters

Three Wishes – Roger Waters

The Tide is Turning – Roger Waters

Amused to Death – Roger Waters

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv-yZ6sVeyw

Undulating frames

Undulating frames

14 November 2016

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Lion’s Den

Land of the Dragon

Griffin wakes

In my mind

His tales my seconds rewind

The first wave pulsing

 

Chicken hen

The countdown pursues

Grown numbers

Burnt timbers

Fire raging match to torch

Sweeping through bosom

 

One to Ten

Waves overtaking

Smooth quiver

Cold shiver

Our bodies traces river

The sheets like spent tides

 

Taking sides

Obliqueness a must

Swords to rust

In waters

Of bodies liquid oceans

Dilution the fate

 

Mellow thrust

Remnants of the shore

Where the land

Calls for more

Liquids creating quicksand

Feverish demand

 

Dripping sweet

My fingers honey

Queen of bees

Mind to tease

Extrusion to intrusion

Undulating frames

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seduction – David Arkenstone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP8Td0f28TE