Ray

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Mes forums littéraires :
http://www.litterature.frih.net/forum/index.php
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Hi people,
Well, I guess I'll have to throw in some information about my character.
Im quite a cosmopolitan dude with various origins from France, The Philippines, China, Russia and Spain :D
Now, here are my various occupations :
- I'm in charge of the external communications department here :
http://www.coj.be
- I occasionally host some radio shows on Radio Panik Brussels : http://www.radiopanik.org and got my own show MoZaïK (with co-Hostess, Muscari):
http://users.skynet.be/mozaikradio/
- I design websites and am working on an interesting literature gateway :
http://www.litterature.frih.net/
- When i find the time and inspiration, I write poetry in English/French and other stuff in French like novels, arts pages, thoughts...
- I keep http://www.game-fr.com updated(one of the first major videogaming websites ever created for the French community back in 1998).
Everytime I get the opportunity to do so, I discover and learn new things on earth, meet interesting people out there and try to have quite a cool life :)
Im not really a "people" character, thus meaning that even though I appreciate going to gigs and going for a drink, I usually dont like wasting my time in too materialistic events :)
I believe I could add more to this topic, so, stay tuned for more :)
Some radio topics covered :
- The piercing world
http://www.arkel.be/
- The scuba diving universe
http://www.lifras.be/
http://users.skynet.be/marmottes/
- The BIFFF - Brussels International Festival Of Fantastic
http://www.bifff.org/
- Réseau Citoyen
http://reseaucitoyen.be/
- Jazz Music...
http://www.jazzinbelgium.com/
Poetry:
Eyes
Man ambling along some scorched-earth path
Unwavering streams of colourful retinae
Those bees keep on buzzing out of their houses
Holding twee conversations on that queer fish
His red mane glowing in the cold light of the morning
Relentlessly swinging like a horse's tail
Feels the soiled social smell torching his mind
A symbolic red stain dappled the ground
He laughs
Stacks of likewise monkeys bypassing his way
Are nothing but features contorted with hartred
Soon, this torture will end
Their souls swept along by the wind
No more thundering eyeballs and jittery laughs
Only but his very own paradise in Utopia
That man is me.
Ray Laurens
The Mirror Of Life
He stood around waiting for the 24 hour candles to blow out
Wandering his mind throughout the walls of the secluded space
He felt trapped in the whirling motion of materialistic air
While expecting the ordeal of impatience to disappear
A treacly vision of a mirror image flattered his eyes
The three-dimensional glazed character had been eyeing him up
When the bewitching object decided to break up the quietness
My dearest of all, murmured the living glazed creature
I am the mirror of life, get through me and you will see
Petrified by the unbelievable happening, the man stood still
He could see the red carpet building up in an amazing way
A magical pathway to a fairy tale destination
He starded to plod along the enlightened lane
A fall into empty space, no reflections, it had no face
Leading his illusory well of expectations to a clouded dream
Again, the bell of entreaties rang feebly, come closer and hear
Your eyes are the mirror of your soul
Share a tear and you will see the meaning of life
He cried a water pond of all his redeeming sins
Then he saw...the reflecting God in glass composition.
Ray Laurens
Rêveries
Auguste, le vil animal sembla ébloui;
Par l'essence même de ses pitreries;
Une âme dénaturée par mille et une folies;
Qui le releguèrent dans les affres de l'oubli;
Si tendrement, affriolé par les délices de l'abominable sucrerie;
Il en dépeça le liquide mievré qui lui rappela la jouissance de ses tueries;
Ah, le tourbillon du rêve où les pires atrocités du vécu se dissipent dans une douce mélancolie;
Et se confondent dans un brouhaha infernal, empreinte d'un idéal meurtri;
A minuit, le prédateur fit se refermer ses quelque branchies;
Qui laissèrent de marbre le couple de ces bonnes gens dont il enviait la grâce et la simplicité, des perdrix.
Ray Laurens