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17 avril 2014 4 17 /04 /avril /2014 10:27

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Dans la vie il n'y a pas que les petits qui éclosent mais il y a des renaissances, des redécouvertes, des éblouissements et des coups de foudre qui nous ouvrent de nouvelles voies, de nouvelles façons de voir les choses et les gens, de nouvelles vies carrément.


 

BONNES FÊTES DE PÂQUES À TOUTES ET TOUS!!! QUE L'ESPRIT DU RENOUVEAU SOIT AVEC VOUS TOUTE L'ANNÉE!!!

 

 

Une de mes premières aquarelles de 2002 lorsque j'ai repris les pinceau et commencé à expérimenter ce moyen d'expresion.


 

CE FUT LE DÉBUT DE MA RENAISSANCE!! ET UNE TOUTE NOUVELLE VIE À CONSTRUIRE! UN DÉFIS BIENVENU FINALEMENT!

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Une de mes aquarelles et gouache de 2007 pour le poème en Anglais qui suit


 

UNE LARME

 

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A TEAR, A TEAR

 

 

A tear, a tear in life's soaring fare

A broken mirror, a face

A dark split, the past is hit

A face with blinded eyes

A wide mouth shut

To much is cut

Life's soaring face is split

 

A soul safely in retrait

Gaizng out to the busy street

A torn heart in repair

Lookint onto life's unknown fare

It isn't fair!

 

A blink, a wink ... oh no, don't  let me sink

Into a a place that feels like space

 

A silent tear, a tear I must repair

A face that doesn't fit

This unknown place that feels like space

The heart si split and hit

Never will it fix


 

This poem was inspired by a photograph of the well-inown photographer Andreas Hermann of a woman looking out of a broken mirror. As you see, it is written with a minimum of words, but just the needed ones to express the  despair of a broken life.


 

It's also a game between two words that are pronouned the same way,

 

a tear when weeping and a tear when tearing up a paper, a life.

 

and those two words make up the whole story,

 

Isn't poetry wonderful and English, the only language to allow such writing!

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Un poème en Anglais pour mes lecteurs anglophones qui attendent patiemment. Il parle du premier amour qui peut pourtant nous tomber dessus aussi bien plus tard, toujours avec le même effect tout englobant - expérience unique, différente de la passion dévorante

 

 

 

 

FOREVER

 

 

Up on the tree,

our tree,

our tree house ...

Up on the lader we go,

up to the sky

our love to show...

 

She remembers down in the world

the never ending togetherness

thinking, remembering

in here mind's and heart's deep tender.

 

Down in the world she keeps the image

of entangled legs and arms,

like tree branches

forever ...

 

Up in the tree, our tree house,

the ladder ascending, she remembers

youth's fairytale forever ....

 

 

 

 

 

Here's one of my poems in English for my English speaking readers, waiting patiently... The end will explain the poem. It's all about first love you can never forget. Maybe later on in life this happen again and make arise that undescribable feeling, that overwhelming that takes up all of you and literally throws you together.

 

Middle age, let's say, can bring two people together in love with a kind of deliciously soft intimacy that is rarely possible when younger when you've got things to build up together, children to raise, projects etc...and passion seems to be absolutely a must. At that point one can mistake, this all-englobing feelling, which doesn't quite resemble passion, with being bored together or some kind of indifference, which it isn't necessarily. It's just getting used to each other, respecting each other and our whims and tempers, the edges having been rubbed off. Passion ...? what about it? It can flare up again but then this confortable togetherness which one can see and feel in couples who live it, seems to be so much more pleasant, secure in the long run, conforting and reliable. A good sexual understanding helps and sure is desirable but some couples do so well without it and coudn't live without the loved one next to them in bed, without feeling his warm body, his or her hand on your hip or thigh, without knowing that he really cares for you and whatever you do throughout the day. And the safe ground for this, is a first love, whatever time in life ir drops on you, but that love that brought you together burns inside you if you can and will take care of it. It will change, go through trials of all sorts but not break! It's made of deep trust, respect, understanding and just a loving caring and needs two open hearts, linked together whatever comes - no nowadays "only sex" can give that.

 

I think I have something like that falling on me and I'm sort of scared because I'm not used to happiness and opening up to it - it seems so huge but I know it's all a question of trust!

 

 

 

TRUST - LA CONFIANCE

 

One of my many pastels telling stories through images of hearts and love

 

The deep hearts are united, the souls and the spirtis but they are each one separate, unique entities

 

CONFIANCE peinture aux pastels ilustrant la confiance règnant entre deux COEURS

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