Et leur traduction en anglais.
MIRACLE
Turn the hourglass over,
as many times
as necessary,
because for some sorrows,
there is no cure.
Except time.
Then persevere.
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PARADISE
There are
people…
whose excuses
are just a pass,
to their
favorite spot :
recidivism.
MUTISM
Gagged,
a torrent of thoughts,
vanished, unconfessed,
jostle each other.
But I have had
my throat tied,
for so long.
I can’t speak,
I don’t know how anymore.
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TRIAL
Most people:
« Come on, it’s Sunday! Enjoy life! Put some colour in it! »
Me :
« What does the word ‘color’ mean? »
TODAY
I have such a desire,
to walk
under a parasol.
But I am offered
only umbrellas.
Perhaps,
on this Saturday…
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OBSESSIONS
The ghosts, they are there,
haunting my window.
The print of their fingers,
roams in the mysteries,
of the glass fogging up,
among the why,
the if, and the maybe.
I can discern their voice,
I implore them to shut up.
But they are masters and kings,
they come in,
make themselves comfortable.
They’re all around me,
and make the chairs creak.
When I look down,
from the top of my cliff.
ONE
On this Sunday,
I have picked
a happiness.
He was alone
and very small.
Nothing to gather,
for a fulfilled bouquet.
But why wait,
while a single one
is enough.
And while he has
everything to please,
when the emptiness
blossoms.
LANDSCAPE
This window,
consumed
with inner
emptiness.
What if,
I break it,
on this beautiful
Saturday.
What if,
I look,
anywhere
else.
What if,
I show myself,
the door.
INTROSPECTION
My eye,
is a memories collection,
of you.
My heart,
an album.
My life,
a you eraser.
FANTASY
Appointment,
with the end.
Of this Sunday.
Pretending to wait,
an accomplice in connivence.
Who to drink with,
share and redo,
the scenarios, the stories,
that we have read
and will see.
Imagining he’s here,
enjoying a part of me.
While
I will be setting up,
from scratch,
a departure where,
he,
will stay.
WORLD
There are people,
who save your life,
without knowing it.
Inadvertently.
Others,
kill you,
sooner,
or later.
In,
and by,
pure indifference.
LOAN
Would you lend me,
one,
of your sweet memories,
for this Sunday only.
For me to smile,
a bit.
GREED
I remember when,
the flavor of the words,
felt a taste
for you.
It was just before,
that it got
its ice savor.
BANK
With only
one life to live,
in my pocket,
I better have interest
in spending,
every single penny
of my time,
for what counts.
HEAVY
I have been,
left hungry for more,
about you.
And this silence,
that keeps
gaining weight,
on the scale.
Try,
not to let,
anyone’s unkindness,
cloud your day.
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EMPTINESS
I fall,
like the night.
And comes
boredom,
with wide
open arms.
Because,
I miss you,
endlessly.
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EBOOK
One day, you will never know,
that I am nothing but a conclusion,
drawn on a vain story,
returned to the bottom of a drawer.
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PERMISSION
Can I,
go back to sleep.
Drown,
in dreams.
Wean myself off,
the future.
Catch,
a truce.
Turn myself,
into a sigh.
Make myself,
little and brief.
Forget myself,
doze.
Disown myself.
Banish myself.
Please,
may I,
go back to sleep.
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OBSERVATORY
I looked at you,
as if the next moment,
I would go blind,
forever.
Despite that,
I did not see this,
coming.
I probably,
closed my eyes,
at the worst.
Moment.
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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
To my mom,
and to all of them,
you know,
the unconditional ones,
of love,
for their children,
since forever.
Until always.
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WELCOME
Spring,
who is patient.
Who is waiting,
that we praise him,
like before.
Wishing,
that we celebrate him.
Instead of watching,
these confinement faces.
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ASSESSMENT
I wrote to you,
with all my heart.
I should have used,
a very simple,
ink.