It Is Me, Myself And I,

It is me, myself and I,

About our selfish self

And my host of other folks

And fine ghosts

Flaming forlorn love fantasies

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And what if, lost and found,

Feathers blown, shivering inside,

We were already Angels ?

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The Angelic Self (January 19, 2019)

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Cherished spots

Where to love, evanish...

Crispy light, shadows and fog,

And at night, starry undressed

For a chaotic blossom.

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Kissed (December 12, 2018)

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I left a red mark

On a pale landscape,

As a token

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A Red Mark On A Pale Landscape (February 2, 2019)

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Clairsentience (March, 2018)

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This is a portrait of the many faces of one and the soul of many… a portrait of the self with its swirls of consciousness, its intuitiveness… an everlasting embrace as well. The title, “Clairsentience”, adds an enigmatic note to the piece… as an invitation to enter a magical world, another way of feeling and being

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Bells and Hearts (February 15, 2019)

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[Les mots qui suivent loin d’être une exacte traduction, sont des chants serpentins et jumeaux, également vrais- The following words, far from a translation, sound like twisted twin songs, equally true]

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On peut suturer une porcelaine brisée au fil d’or,

La rendre plus splendide encore...

Que faire d’un stream qui se heurte à un mur ?

Les cœurs ne se brisent pas sur d’inexistants rochers,

Ils glissent, comme pris d’un vertige affreux,

Et tombent avec une lenteur de fleur,

Trajectoire verticale d’assiettes blanches et rondes,

Et la chute se suspend pour un temps,

Murmures d’amour dans un silence de neige.

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You stitch a broken porcelain with a golden thread

And make it even more splendid.

And when the stream hurts on a wall with a question mark,

Remember : Hearts don’t break on next to nil rocks

They slide, and I feel so dizzy,

They fall, like a heavy bloom.

Slow and perfect strokes of white, as round flakes do,

And the fall suspends itself as she murmurs “I love you”.

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Here, After, Beyond (April 11, 2019)

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