Feeling |
Just as if it were a lure , a game played with oneself.Hysterical manifestations, seizing the collectif uncounscious; No scandal, It 's just a feeling as dual and ambigious as it might beThe product o...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 00:51:00 GMT |
Come with me |
Whirls and whirls Side ways , jumping in the airLike in freedom , like in pure space time voidNo simle this time , just usNo emotion , nothing , nothing else but usWhirls , several of them in speed.A...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 04:55:00 GMT |
filling |
Sweet , a bit not too muchWith a zest of acid in it in the cornersSome vinegar with onions , in an oilly emulsionA mixture of things sticked to the spoonIntertwined , combined and unitedA bit of mayon...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 13:26:00 GMT |
pawpaw |
moving, walking with grace , smiling as time went byso many moments of joy sensations shared with joypleny of knowledge tooNot all pawpaws are the same like anything we feel for the different things w...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 11:05:00 GMT |
No Violet Today? |
Whistles from a bird perched up above.Pretending to feel the touch of someone - you moved.A breeze, caressing the skin in motion.Too many smells to find the right one.Too much noise to be calmFor a wh...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 11:00:00 GMT |
With Intensity !! |
Yes , it is the way it should be,This feeling ,softly movingS-o-f-t-l-y :Spreading everywhere,Every-where !Like this :S-o-f-t-l-y m -o-v-i-n-g,In heat,In cold,In nothing even !Sweat , fris...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:05:00 GMT |
Moments in the air |
Again all mighty,
Again and again no game played.
Again fetching for food.
Again , time seems short.
Again with nothing to do, yet so many to do.
Again with a sort of change, time changes .
Again free...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
Au-dela 2 |
It s lovely to to feelIt s lovely to bein merry this thenwill things be
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:17:00 GMT |
Au-dèla |
It s now raining
At first it was not
It s now raining
the earth is wet
the cars are wet
Places are wet
Not me yet
With a wry I call the cab
Hey , could you please drop me ....
It s still raining and ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:10:00 GMT |
Sensations of pleasure |
When the night falls,
After a long hard day,
when time slows down,
After it was fast ,
Things change !
Like a sort of warmth
A sort of contact
Eliciting further contact.
Like a sort of taste
Like...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 12:45:00 GMT |
