H O R S N O R M E - Tag - quoteUn autre monde : Un univers hors norme pour les rêveurs et rêveuses de réalités.
Le monde libre : Une présentation et des adresses essentielles pour découvrir le monde libre.
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Le mystagogue culturel : un classement par catégorie des films les plus remarquables.2022-01-31T17:12:48+01:00Ed Endurn:md5:21a032a31df52004b329c78a81cdb776DotclearWhile waiting to be reunited... in life ?urn:md5:a578318803f0442421990b30a91043362014-07-01T09:28:00+01:00Ed EndPoetryebookemotionalenglishepubfreefrenchkisskoanlovepdfpoempoetpoetryquotesinetimentaltranslation <p><strong>1. Consciousness slad pierced by fleeting glimpses.</strong><br />
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- The round shape of the beach reveals the face of the island.<br />
- The attraction of nothing leads me in endless rotation.<br />
- The shore where I met the aground beauty, reminds me a broken hourglass.<br />
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A wave of love overwhelms me and tries to carry me to freedom.<br />
(To be continued)<br />
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<em>This is not by catching wings that somebody take off.</em><br />
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<strong>2. Why do not resurrect now ?</strong><br />
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We shall come closer, then no longer be uncertain images.<br />
You shall come closer, then wet your hair to wash the dried blood of my orifices.<br />
You shall come closer, then do not say anything to hear the beating of my heart.<br />
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Ghost emerging from limbo to look you straight in the eyes.<br />
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You shall come closer, then my wet hair will be able wash the dried blood of your orifices.<br />
You shall come closer, then I will be able to hear our hearts beat in unison.<br />
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Ghosts emerging from limbo to touch each one each other, our skins at our feet.<br />
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We shall come closer, just to see if the dialogue of our bodies will write a story.<br />
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<em>Keep on looking for, despite allready found it, it's turning the wheel of a mill.</em><br />
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<strong>3. What happened to the dawn ?</strong><br />
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Rumor said that her heart is buried in the land of dreams where time does not exist.<br />
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My sharp tongue split the sun before it rose<br />
and there remains only the blood.<br />
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I see through my outstretched hands the memorie of the dawn.<br />
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The red turned black as the surface vanished,<br />
In the depths I stay despite it's daytime immersed into the night.<br />
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The dawn is a little bit you, a little bit me, when we forget our borderlines.<br />
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Our time has folded like a bruised body till disappear,<br />
pretending he never existed.<br />
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Yet the memory of the dawn continues to blight me endless.<br />
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<em>A word that dissapears shake the buildings.</em><br />
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<strong>4. Pores and skin.</strong><br />
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When I am the silent<br />
love once again<br />
goes through my cocoon of illusions.<br />
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The surface is permeable when I forget the borderline.<br />
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I take back my place inside you.<br />
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A drop of you touched me<br />
and woke me up<br />
therefore the illusion of solitude<br />
shattered.<br />
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I am with you.<br />
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I remember to fall asleep at your side.<br />
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The time that separates me from you is only a dream...<br />
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<em>Claws and fangs break on innocence.</em><br />
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<strong>5. The rebellion of the poet.</strong><br />
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The crowd asks,<br />
stray poems,<br />
erupting in all directions,<br />
offset as the venom and eternity,<br />
instead only blood,<br />
flows out my pen.<br />
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In my outdoor circus,<br />
I refuse to play fantasy.<br />
In my tawny mouth,<br />
I find what is beyond,<br />
speech.<br />
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The scream of the soul.<br />
The naked sound.<br />
The vibration that nothing can hide.<br />
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To be is not writing,<br />
but consciously draw your life,<br />
puting in your gesture,<br />
all your will<br />
and going through the crowd<br />
as with a bow.<br />
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<em>All moral prohibition's transgressions are better than none.</em><br />
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<strong>6. Free love.</strong><br />
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I could call her waking life, but she's got a name that I keep secret.<br />
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If I was a source, she would make me squirt.<br />
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I stopped playing words when I began to really enjoy life.<br />
To describe the beauty is signing it death warrant.<br />
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If I were a stone, she would make me jump.<br />
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I stopped to draw her when I understood that a concept only makes sense if it takes shape in life.<br />
The golden bars of the cage next to be disassembled became the twigs of our nest.<br />
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If I were a tree, she would make me run.<br />
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I stopped talking since I want to hear her whisper.<br />
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I stopped to wait for her since I want she could come.<br />
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I stopped to be shaky since I want to touch her.<br />
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I stopped to believe in an ideal since I want to meet her.<br />
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I stopped letting myself be lulled by the course of destiny since I found my being purpose.<br />
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<em>Will without love is sterile power.</em><br />
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<strong>7. Shortly before the promise of dawn.</strong><br />
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I was about to faint.<br />
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I was so fragile.<br />
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She caught her breath,<br />
till I build myself a body.<br />
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My heart was like a magnet,<br />
now it burns like a fire plant.<br />
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Only her can contain me.<br />
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I was trapped in a mirror.<br />
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Each root of my thoughts grew a flower appeared.<br />
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My gaze was lost in this mind mirror.<br />
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Mimetic flowers generated a veil woven of my past,<br />
that masked my life<br />
preventing any real contact.<br />
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She remained motionless,<br />
till I notice the lures dance.<br />
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My eyes saw only a projection,<br />
now they stroke the present with the fire intensity.<br />
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Only her can touch me.<br />
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(Only her could save me.)<br />
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<em>Intimacy self regenerate into the universal ocean.</em><br />
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<strong>8. Naked evidence.</strong><br />
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What I took as dawn,<br />
this is how our colors shimmer<br />
when we meet.<br />
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Together, we are a garden of being,<br />
an utopia become true,<br />
marvel of diversity,<br />
constantly changing,<br />
wide of all paradoxes,<br />
free as a conscious choice.<br />
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A promise renewed every instant,<br />
the memory of a caress that will not fade longer than the time it need to reproduce it,<br />
being aware in each breath and offer in each exhalation.<br />
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2 fingers on 4 lips...<br />
The meeting of two beings, in whom the body and the mind, finally meet.<br />
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The thousand petals lotus is as bud,<br />
as bloomed flower and also faded flower,<br />
it is every moment of the perpetual cycle of life,<br />
when liberated from fear, we realize that the illusion no longer blind us.<br />
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I thought walking on the water,<br />
yet I was stepping back to the present time.<br />
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She was not a mere destination, indeed we were moving in concert,<br />
then our paths crossed each one.<br />
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I felt the scale of possibilities grow exponentially.<br />
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Nothing mattered more to me now that to know her.<br />
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I became a mere freedom offered to my heart.<br />
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To be able to be reach by her hand to give us a chance to be together.<br />
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The projection of the film ended when life begins, our life.<br />
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<em>The limits of the imagination are the mark of a brush.</em><br />
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<strong>9. No pleasure competes with the feeling of this love.</strong><br />
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As the hour approached,<br />
I felt the sap rising in me,<br />
statue since a so long time been neglected,<br />
I discovered love as if it was the first time.<br />
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It was as if my stone skin,<br />
became the walls of my prison,<br />
now facing this joy without clone,<br />
it broke up like clay in the sun.<br />
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In the room in ruins, between the crumbling walls,<br />
your presence like an evidence,<br />
your call echo still resonates<br />
next the sensory fireworks swirls<br />
and I realize that this is life.<br />
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To wish everything till I share it with you.<br />
To wish all the emotions till I share them with you.<br />
To wish to know love together and deliver it as it delivered us.<br />
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I do not know the future,<br />
but this present I live,<br />
is an unspeakable happiness<br />
without lure or fear,<br />
a preview of a possible future.<br />
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You are free to meet me.<br />
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Who you are, no words can translate it,<br />
but each time my lips dare hum,<br />
I believe that you are listenable mixed with love.<br />
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Version Française du carnet de poèmes.<br />
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