— crossroad —
clouds are where words hide to speak.
A poetry collection part
of the | wordstobepoetry | project
|| brûle|bliss ||
La grisaille repose dans ma tête.
La grisaille revient dans ma tête.
metaphors are tortured words’ way to breathe.
through the glass, a rainy path to pass and cast…
en danse éternelle, ici et là elle se glisse.
pas arrières, avant, toujours complice
at last, a kind of clouds to take the seas
far away to our words’ invisibilities.
du retour de la confusion aux mille questions
incisant leur pas pressant jusqu’à l’indigestion.
waves roll underneath, cosmic pitches across.
words of torture, at once thirties’ reveries
elle prédit le lendemain des cicatrices brûlantes
formées du venin des verbes de la tourmente.
build tomorrow’s metaphors’ metamorphosis
through its cosmic blend with euphoric bliss.
La grisaille repose dans ma tête.
La grisaille saigne hors de ma tête.
Created on August 15, 2022, Lausanne, Switzerland
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| brûle|bliss ||
La grisaille repose dans ma tête.
La grisaille revient dans ma tête.
metaphors are tortured words’ way to breathe.
through the glass, a rainy path to pass and cast…
en danse éternelle, ici et là elle se glisse.
pas arrières, avant, toujours complice
at last, a kind of clouds to take the seas
far away to our words’ invisibilities.
du retour de la confusion aux mille questions
incisant leur pas pressant jusqu’à l’indigestion.
waves roll underneath, cosmic pitches across.
words of torture, at once thirties’ reveries
elle prédit le lendemain des cicatrices brûlantes
formées du venin des verbes de la tourmente.
build tomorrow’s metaphors’ metamorphosis
through its cosmic blend with euphoric bliss.
La grisaille repose dans ma tête.
La grisaille saigne hors de ma tête.
Created on August 15, 2022, Lausanne, Switzerland
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| une photographie ||
Une photographie et tout se mû.
Menace de couler,
s’écrouler sous le vent glacial du souvenir de ses syllabes.
Saignement d’un seul impact.
Un ton.
Un son.
Une allusion.
Répète et répète.
Glisse sous l’étrangeté du moment,
sous la force du rayonnement de l’Inconnu.
Puis, s’accroche à la rétine,
tentant en vain de graver son venin sur l’ADN.
Created on January 30, 2022, Lausanne, Switzerland
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| il y a un peu ||
Il y a un peu
de toi, en lui, en elle,
un peu
de moi, en elle, en lui.
Comme ce nuage étrange je
qui tapisse la quiétude
des aires de notre azure
Il y a un peu,
de toi, de moi, en ce vous
qui ne sera jamais comme
l’éternel nous.
Created on October 10, 2022, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| puff ||
There’s no better way
to escape this maze
| fly up above |
There’s no goodbyes for lost ones
| Only goodbye for sorrow |
All is left is another day
until water comes on fire
Feeding the noise
| Breeding the seeds |
Eludes the light
| Puff on that fire |
Created on August 10, 2021, Lausanne, Switzerland
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| l’écume d’une vie ||
L’écume d’une vie
devant s’envole.
L’éveil sera-t-il au présent
ou perdu dans le souvenir d’hier?
L’écume d’une vie
Ici et maintenant
Ne plus y croire
sous les vagues de |dé|espoir?
L’écume d’une vie
devant s’envole.
L’aube a apporté l’improbable.
Created on September 22, 2021, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| anywhere ||
Be hurt.
Be where we’re not supposed to be.
Lying to yourself won’t get you anywhere.
Pretending they’re what we need
won’t get us anywhere.
Anyone else—a consolation prize in disguise.
Be here.
Be where we’re supposed to breathe.
Pretending we won’t crash
every time we’re giving in
on someone else’s arms
won’t get us anywhere.
Created in October 2021, Vevey, Switzerland
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| let you space ||
Let your space
be invaded
by a bruise|less| horizon
Open those eyes
to be freed
from the veil of lies
lying to your eyes
Let your space
be invaded
by the peaceful touch
you create.
Created on September 24, 2021, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| foam ||
Add a little cotton
to the spell
you’re trying to cast.
Be the shade of flavors
floating from above down below.
Subtle waves before the storm.
The foam of days away
cleans the past’s uncertainty.
What lies ahead…
Mystery spreads a wind’s meditative voice.
Add a little cotton
to our hearts’ untold wish.
Created on September 22, 2021, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| taste of difference ||
Be the difference,
the taste of waves
taking the world away
Waves locking
despair away
| the one forbidding bliss |
Be the difference,
the taste of dance
destroying walls
Be—
the one keeping
waves away
Created on September 24, 2021, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| nothing ||
nothing hits faster
than you eyes
seeing mine
as nothing beats harder
than you heart
against mine
Created on April 2, 2023, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |
|| inner sweets ||
I will forever wait right here
between silence and beats
casting the ever-lasting spell
of your inner sweets.
I will forever be right here
between pillows and streets
whispering words of that madness
waiting for your touch to meet mine.
| again |
Created on September 24, 2021, Barcelona, Spain
by | wordstobepoetry |