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About Me

The best to talk about someone is to do it poeticaly: My true One is multiple: I am in turn a vulture, A dove, An eagle perched high on his mountain, A night-bird which sings an bewitching music, A demon-bird came out from the entrails of the hell, And a nice ordinary bird which sings in the morning.I am somebody who contemplates the stars, the Men, his shits And his Beauty, Somebody who likes the allaying calmness of the sea, the desert and the silence, the evening, of his neighbourhood , A night-bird, a dove and a phoenix, Somebody who opens his heart and his soul to the joys and the wounds of the life, A noncommercial gold digger, Somebody who did not yet sell its heart for some crumbs of comfort, money or illusory glory, A proud descendant from the intrepid Turkish warriors, And proud descendant from the intrepid warriors of the literature, Itself in this time of cowards an intrepid warrior of the prose Who demolished and fights the untrue words, the illusion of happiness possession and the lapse of memory of oneself, A mirror, Somebody who likes the truth and freedom, An unknown and familiar, But I'm also you which fight in this fucking age for a life better, Like you a diamond with thousand facets Covered with filth, A pale light in darkness, An apprentice poet with a hung language and sharpened glance.(from the poems The Trap and The apprentice-poet)

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My Blog

The Cold Blade, two poems dedicated to Linda

Linda, a friend of mine, ask me to write a poetry about the suffering we do against us. Very interesting subject. We can debate a lot about it theoreticaly. With poetry we can question it in a more pe...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 14:58:00 GMT

Stealthy, beyond Time, poem

  Stealthy I like so much these soft nights, A kiss on the cheek of a friend, The street is calm. A car twinkles but obviously there is no hurry. In my bed, softness continues unde...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 17:39:00 GMT

New way, poem

New way On my abandoned grey granite tomb in the middle of nowhere, Under a grey sky and gusts of wind, In my lonely soul facing itself, the allayed glance over the past  digested  Here is a singing...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:22:00 GMT

The Time, an old poem for those who wonder what if ?

The timeThe waves undulate quietly to the ground And are reformed soon in the ocean of Time. How many lives did I live for five years? A multitude. I jumped in the unknown many time like a teenager, N...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 04:33:00 GMT

Some music? a song poem, dedicated to Shannan

The MusicWhat's a dead heart?I was a dead heartFor many years.I was bringing to life by loveAnd poetry.Did you live my friend the sameTorments,The same sufferingLoneliness?You are a human being,You kn...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 08:31:00 GMT

Hot smoke, peom

Hot smokePlay with money, feelings, itself, his friends, But not with your mother: she knows you too well. Here is the girl of your dreams.And then she left in smoke. Here is the girl who you need.She...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 03:52:00 GMT

The salesman, poem

( I'm still a gentleman, it's just a poem)The salesmanA salesman knocks in my door, While I hit the bottom of my wife, I ride my nice mare, I play the cow boy, The one hard man. How much this circus i...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 03:09:00 GMT

Prayer, poem

PrayerFor a long time, I asked for meeting passion: God granted me: I was among the angels. Then I cried a lot, Then I laughed, Then allayed, reflected a lot. Make one in two: it is forbidden. Here is...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 03:00:00 GMT

Doll, poem

DollKarl is playing with a dollJulie with a machine gunan me with her motherYoung lost womenIt is a mess in the street.Version française:PoupéeKarl joue à la poupéeJulie avec son fusil d'assautEt moi ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:10:00 GMT

Smoke, poem

Smoke,Smoke of my cigarette on the streetGrey sky et shit weather A smile from a young women:Here are now summer in Paris.Version française:Fumée Fumée de ma cigarette dans la rue pavée Ciel gris et t...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:03:00 GMT