( Ode to the one who comes, whether he is animal or human ... ode to the disappeared victims of infamy.... )
( Ode to the one who comes, whether he is animal or human ... ode to the disappeared victims of infamy.... )
Lorsqu'elle croise ses jambes
Egayant l'espace de jours nouveaux
Des forêts profondes s'animent
Prairies et collines voient le jour
Le temps se dilate
Des galaxies sont à l'oeuvre
Une femme fait tourner les aiguilles
D'une horloge hypnotique
Le Mont Fuji de mon être
Est couvert de neige
Frôlé par les branches fleuries
D'une femme au pouvoir magique !
When she crosses her legs
Brightening up the space with new days
Deep forests come to life
Meadows and hills emerge
Time expands
Galaxies are at work
A woman spins the needles
Of a hypnotic clock
The Mount Fuji of my being
Is covered with snow
Grazed by flowering branches
From a woman with magical power!
CALLED BY THE FURROWS OF THE AIR
MOVED AMONG THE SAILS OF THE EARTH
REQUIRED BY FIRE FEATHERS
CRADLED BETWEEN THE BLUE WATERS OF THE RIVERS
FEVERED IN THE HEART OF FOREST FERNS
IN ALL THESE WORLDS OF WOMEN
FINALLY APPEARED ... FREE !!
OFTEN I RUN
IN THE WAVES OF YOUR DRESS
WHERE THE WIND REGAINS STRENGTH
TIME IS BENDING
SPACE ACQUIRES ITS FREEDOM
TO THE RHYTHM OF SOVEREIGN PLIES
OF LIVE SOURCES IN MOUNTAINS
I CURL UP IN YOUR FORESTS
THROUGH RAVINES AND GLADES
I SWIM IN YOUR OCEANS
STOPPING THE ISLANDS
YOUR KNEES, YOUR HIPS, YOUR BREASTS
I GET LOST IN YOUR LABYRINTHS
FROM SURPRISES TO THRILLS OF JOY
SO MANY HORIZONS ARE AT WORK
DEER AND POET GET DRINKED
OF BEAUTY !
(in memory of all the humanimal victims through centuries to the present day ....)
How many broken hearts of all time
Martyrs whose mourning worn
Will haunt our lives for a long time
Seek appeasement in us
A shelter, a place to land
How many souls have been killed
Implore in us the impossible love
The tenderness they never had
All the evils of Humanity result
Of the spirit of conquest
From this desire to colonize the body
On the other, in this case the woman
Just as much as Gaia, but also the child
Whose birth is too often a pretext
Revealing an abuse of power
Here is murdered innocence !
O you that I love at the bittersweet confluence
Of your appearances, you so little present
By dint of betrayals perpetrated against you
By a predatory criminal patriarchy !
As I invoke you coming
Knowing that the truth in love
This is what escapes us all the time
By having all the more deep meaning
That we find out as
Constant surprise of the other
By an ever new wonder
When time opens its petals
Butterflies of the unspeakable
The light on your taking face
Body in all grace
Your hand brushing my cheek
The embrace of the forests saving us
From the Void
We walk with a family of wild boars
Marrying the fresh earth
Mosses, lichens, ferns are our
Ornaments
Our members are loved rivers
Quicksilver Fish
I'm going stealthily towards you
In a leeward approach
Beauty
I brush against your edges, your undergrowth
I kiss your horizon lines
The arch of your feet hugs
The orb of the planets
We confront our shores
With flights of black-headed gulls
Our meadows hide fawns, partridges
We go from thresholds to borders
Discovering our immensities
Your mountains contain snowfields
Where the newborn chamois play
My eyes caress the ridge line
From your bare shoulders
We celebrate the passion of yellow irises.
( contre-poème . 2 . )
Les malheurs du Monde résultent
D'un terrible manque de discernement
En ce qui concerne l'approche de l'Autre
Vu à travers les notions réductrices, subjectives
De personnalité, de séduction
Faisant l'impasse en permanence
Sur l'intelligence du coeur
Ce qui meut l'être en profondeur
Occultant ce qui émane d'Elle, de Lui
A chaque instant, tous ces impondérables
Qui nous échappent, ces gestes que l'on
Ne contrôle pas, aux bords du temps
Abimes d'actes entre les actes
Qui sont la grâce...
Oui, les créatures ( humanimales ) ont plus
De richesses intérieures que ce que
L'Etat social ( si peu social à vrai dire )
Veut nous faire croire, en les réduisant
A des numéros, des sondages ( manipulés )
Des QRCodes, des cartes d'électeurs, d'électrices
Des exploités-e-s de la finance et d'une classe
Politique aux privilèges indus qui fait croitre le RN
Et l'abstention !
Ce manque de considération, d'écoute envers l'Autre
Se retrouve à tous les niveaux de la société
Dans la mesure où les travailleuses, les travailleurs
Épuisé-e-s, sous-payé-e-s, floué-e-s
Finissent par regarder la TV-poubelle : Hanouna, Nagui
Zemmour, Praud, Delahousse, Master-Chief, le foot, Koh-Lanta, etc.
L'abêtissement généralisé, la médiocrité doivent être combattus
Pied à pied, à la fois dans la vie quotidienne mais aussi en
Politique où là également règne une totale décadence !
Reconnaissons à toute vie le désir d'être au Monde
En tout plénitude, en liberté, dignité, égalité
Sororité, fraternité
Accordons à toute vie humaine, animale
La Nature entière, le droit au respect
L'amour universel doit prévaloir
Après des siècles d'Histoire perclue
De non-amour...
Une autre vision s'impose, à l'opposé
Des romans de gare ( Musso, Lévy, Pancol, Nothomb, etc. )
Entretenons plutôt le feu de l'innocence
De la passion d'aimer, de créer, de partager, d'éprouver
O joie de la présence de l'autre, humanimal
Par toutes ses façons d'évoluer, de se déplacer, de parler
Quand le jour dessine sur ses mains, son visage, sa peau
De nouveaux paysages...O délices de ses apparitions
Au moindre chatoiement d'ombres et lumières
Le long d'un chemin, dans une pièce, parmi les sous-bois
Près de la harpe des rivières
L'imperceptible est à l'oeuvre
L'étreinte des feuillages supplante toute horreur
Chaque anémone sylvie, bouton d'or, chant d'oiseau
Mirifique papillon, sont des baisers au vent, à l'azur
Mille et une caresses au temps ravivé !
En se retirant, la mer
A déposé sur le sable
Un liseré de tendresse
Fait de coquillages, d'algues
Nommé laisse, liane au long cours
Foulard au cou du temps ravivé
Trace d'un amour indicible
Souvenir d'espoir pour un retour
Au bout de 24 heures
De nouvelles caresses, insouciantes
Et savoureuses, sur la terre
Où crisseront d'autres extraits
De matières, couteaux, os de seiches
Eclats, brisures, composés organiques
Parfumés à l'envi
Comme lorsque ta robe en avançant
Frôle ma peau mon ange
Hérissant celle-ci d'ondes subtiles
A foison, puis l'étoffe s'écartant
Met à nu mes rivages
A mon corps défendant
Sans coup férir
Fidèle à ton avènement !
( test-lover )
This is a counter-poem
Because I put my skin there
I love to lose my breath
I denounce the oligarchy here
Guilty of crimes against
Humanimal peoples whole Nature
The Earth is overflowing with spilled blood
I condemn the patriarchy
All these politico-financial decision-makers
Managers of multinationals and other press magnates
Responsible for daily infamy, stealing our lives
Destroying the innocence of children
Betrayed in this world of impostors addicted to power and money
I declare that all these haves handsomely paid at our expense
Often followers of tax evasion (this social and environmental crime)
Are the source of covid19 and other viruses
Because they support an economic system : predator, destroyer of
ecosystems, murdering not only the animal race
But also the citizens of #yellowvests from all countries
Dying at the task for poverty wages ! Yes we are ruled by monsters
Who do not care about lives whatever they are ! These people only listen to
themselves, their interests, despising us hands down
I write this pamphlet in memory of all creatures victims of hell
Because of wars, of misery murders of all kinds, pollution in chlordecone
Glyphosate, neonicotinoids Asbestos, GMOs, plastics, fine particles, etc.
I write on behalf of all tortured beings killed in daily slaughterhouses
In hunts Public and private ! I write for any humanimal being who is denied
dignity and freedom who is denied keen attention, deep listening I have only
one desire: that any creature that has never known a single moment of
Tenderness, of appeasement, of love be filled forever ... I will always fight for
It ! I bring together the sweetness of the meadows For the bare feet of the
Reprobates of the forgotten massacred I invoke the range of sources to ease
Their souls I appeal to the sun, the oceans, the mountains to the moon, to
The forests whispering their blessings on so many ravaged bodies, so many
Broken hearts...I make myself spring with the saving impulses multiplying the
carpets of field flowers, the trills of joyful birds, the laughter of the broom
Everything is always new rolling back the horror at work since the Dawn of
Time.... I celebrate the dance of the rivers unfolding their braids where the
Light Make the pleasure of living last I love, I sow beauty of which the
Political elites and sisters deprive us, filthy zombies !
I love, I weave the time of passion for a sorority, a fraternity on back of
Swallow, elephant, right whale... I love irrevocably ! We have always missed
major influences of women deprived of their freedoms, their rights by
macho violence I celebrate women ( all lives magnified through them ) who
Have had to endure so much male abuses... I pay tribute to women so
Invisible Seconded throughout history, cheated, raped, stoned, excised
Dead from beatings of a man attacking them just as they were arrogated the
Right of life and death on Gaia ! The smallest gestures, actions, choice of
Women are for me an empire of intense sensationsiIncessantly fertilizing
Myself ... I'm pregnant with their voice, the song of their footsteps of their
Shamanic powers...whatever women do, my being Is upset ...
They make so many landscapes bloom in me, so many incredible universes.