Waking up at dawn:
My dreams are all gone,
A fragment of them in my memory.
Almost the same with your reality:
Remembering you is my reverie
And when gone there is still my loyalty.
19/05/2026
Waking up at dawn:
My dreams are all gone,
A fragment of them in my memory.
Almost the same with your reality:
Remembering you is my reverie
And when gone there is still my loyalty.
19/05/2026
Waking up at dawn:
My dreams are all gone,
And also of them is my memory.
Almost the same with your reality.
Waking up at dawn:
My dreams are all gone,
And so of them is my memory.
Wasn't the same with your reality.
You green eyes of reptile
You golden hair of evil metal
You silhouet of cat female catching a mouse
And your white teeth of wolf
All of them beautiful
Cerisiers blancs et cerisiers roses au Parc de Sceaux
Avec moi sa peau blanche
Devenait rose
REGINA's name means "Queen"
In another life, sure she was.
For she has built a Golden and Marble Palace for my Imagination
An Exotic Garden in her eyes for mine
An Indestructible Pyramid for my buried Love
A High Tower with ivy for my Melancholy
A Saint Petersburg for my Madness
A Great Temple for my Memories
A Hall of Mirrors for my Thoughts
A Gothic Cathedral for my Resignation
A Fortified Castle against my Hopes
And a Gilded Maze for my Freedom
But she could do nothing against my Tears and Dreams
REGINA's name means "Queen"
In another life, sure she was.
For she has built a Golden and Marble Palace for my Imagination
A Pyramid for my Love
A Saint Petersburg for my Madness
A Hall of Mirrors for my Thoughts
A Fortified Castle against my Hopes
And a Maze for my Freedom
But she could nothing against my dreams
17/05/26
Thousands of shades of green
Thousands of stars twinkling in the rivers
Thousands of colorful flowers
As if God wanted me to stop asking questions
So many shades of green in May
Do they are at war or making peace ?
Maybe both, maybe not
It is wo !
Your eyes glow.
To and fro
Their greens blow.
And also:
Seems they grow.
When they do,
I just flow.
Where I go,
I don’t know.
A limbo
With no crow?
Inferno
I’ll hallow?
Trust God, who
Thrills me now,
Allow’d so:
That green show.
15/05/206
You are like my thoughts, inside and outside of me, better than me and above me
You are like my thoughts, more delicate than reality, less stained than dreams
You are like my thoughts, something diaphanous which hovers, shines and jails
You are like my thoughts, always fed with hope and fear, anger and memories
You are like my thoughts, sometimes escape and sometimes persecution
You are my thoughts
In water, there is diving and the thirst quenched
In your eyes, diving but no thirst quenched
In your eyes, there is a sea where drowning makes you live, not die
There is the secret at the center of the spring forest at last unveiled
And the second sun we all long for
Around your eyes, only an ocean's foam without noise
Above your eyes no blue sky, this passionless con artist
In your eyes birds an reptiles are hiding
Nevertheless they sing and gleam
Remembering their common origin
When your eyes drown me, it is not down
If they were Death, it would be Lethe
My thought is not me!
My thought is more than me!
My thought comes from within me!
My thought is outside of me
Since it is no longer within me
And since it is toward you
And you within it
In water, there is diving and the thirst quenched
In your eyes, diving but no thirst quenched
In your eyes, there is a sea where drowning makes you live, not die
There is the secret at the center of the spring forest unveiled
And the second sun we all long for
Around your eyes, only an ocean's foam without noise
In your eyes birds an reptiles are hiding
Nevertheless they gleam
As in my soul
You’re the one that I shall love
As if Time were gone above.
You do know you will not last
And as much has done your Past.
Don't care the Future ahead
Cos’ too soon all will have fled.
So with me please be Present
If only for a moment.
12/05/2026
She is not the sky of a summer shining night with all its eyes,
But it always seems to me that, although lying, toward it she flies
She is not the palm and forest-like greek sea
But in her calm green eyes a tempest I can foresee
She is neither the rose nor its fragrance
But the same power when she rose and when at her I threw a glance
She is neither an angel, nor a spirit, nor a goddess
But through her, like with a mourning bell, I admit my human feebleness
I am down there where all repose,
Where they all do no more oppose,
Where they all do not superpose,
Where they all decompose.
It is only a pause
For we all recompose.
I am down there where all repose,
Where nothing any more oppose,
Where nothing superpose,
Where they all decompose.
It is only a pause
For we all recompose