Back In Town

In this landscape I now call home,

Tu m’appelles and ask me reviens,

Wenn ich spaziere, beobachte die Hügeln

In der Ferne

Tu m’appelles and fragt mich de revenir

Home, nach Hause,

Partir, c’est mourrir un peu - 

Rester c’est le lent décès

I’m homesick et j’ai le fernweh de la maison

Ma hache natale est muette

Doch je taille les mots soufflants - Hoffnung

Le mischmasch of my toughts

I feel I fight all the time

To anew, create a space

of tall standing trees

D’un geste je raye le jour

Du calendrier

Et crée deux espaces distincts

A la diagonale - dans ce minuscule carré

Sur le rectangle de papier.

Je ne peux en vouloir à

Quiconque,

Mais à la hâte je barre la porte

Du souvenir

Qui crée un gouffre entre deux espaces distincts

A la verticale - dans cet interstice

Sur la surface de la peau.

A présent condamné au passé

L’espace s’expand; je le suis et m’épands bientôt

En paroles chalumeau

Pour franchir encore une fois

D’une serviette de bain séchant sous le soleil enneigé de février

Le feu brûle sur les tuiles, sous le froid

Moi, je croîs sans doute sans toi 

Sun rises rose on the wide snow

Hues across the still night ending

Je pense à your sleeping body,

Ton body dormant

- Birds announce the threshold

Of reflected light

Cristal whites crital shadows

Sky turns a lightened dark deep blue

You sleep sound; la couleur de tes rêves

Tréfonds

Steaming from all the silence,

I step outside and watch

Square one,

Roll the dice,

Pretending nothing happened.

One, two, three,

Learn again

And learn again how to be spontaneous.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

Learn again

And learn again how to be disappointed.

One, two...

Overwhelmed

And upset cause you're not rushing.

Stalling.

Take a break.

Hide the dice pretend it's not you,

Hide your piece and just deny it,

Refuse everything you're given.

Then just stop playing.

-

There's the source of light,

You don't really have your word to say.

A rabbit on a dark road,

Curiosity is a natural trait,

When you are run over, a flaw.

That powerful light,

Caught by those admired,

It passes through you

And you watch everything

Au fil de mes rêves

Je répare les mailles 

De mes entrailles trouées de cuivre fulgurant

Inter-rompt!falaise!douleur! apic

Je tisse et flick la douceur

Boucle après boucle; cycle - 

D’un ventre chaleur percé d’aiguilles

Empalent le repos

To write about Permeable Selves

I breathe in

The old air of old leaves

And taste voluntary solitude;

Check on my boundaries

For flexibility - 

I take on some old habits

Wave  to some old friends

Before I dive into realms that I explore alone,

I sent out a message for you,

And all you are willing to love.

As I go on to transform,

The worlds of beings,

I allow myself to shift shape,

L’amour

Des squelettes désertés

Une architecture - fest,

Abandonnée

Au creux des os résonnent

Des effluves d’hymnes

Des mystères des questions entrelacées

En lieu et place et de la moelle

Fusent des points

Interrogatoires

Aux histoires innachevées.

Les vers grouillent

sous l’étoffe de mon crâne

Ignore le pouls la peau qui bat

L’écoulement sombre - 

de mes émois

Et toi tu danses seul sous 

les colonnes, la voute les arabesques

tu voltiges dans ces ruines chères ; 

Si vide, si vides,

Ravive sans cesse la flamme de nos

I disagree 

With the smell

That stains

My

Sheets - 

It is a guest

Who does not know 

When to leave

And stands between

Me

And the door

Of dreams.

Unwelcomed -

Unnecessary

Lasting memory

Impossible for 

Rest.

A reminder

of past presences

persevering 

A reminder of the borders of

Wir brauchen

Die Zeit

zu fliessen,

uns vielleicht durch das Delta zu verlieren,

oder Zurük zum Ozean.

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Il nous faut suivre le cours du temps,

Couler pour peut-être se perdre dans le delta,

Se retrouver, de retour à l’océan. 

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We need

Time

To flow,

Maybe lose each other in the delta,

Or to come back

What do you want to do?

Are you really sure?

I think you pretend to know

To avoid embarrassment

And to feel more confident.

Is this the right thing to do?

Now we have one more problem to solve.

Maybe I just make them up,

But I know I'm not the only one.

Maybe I'm just lost, maybe I'm obsessed,

But I just want to experience what I'm living inside

And for now I'm stuck.

Every tune sings "you're a fraud!"

Each advice says "you're a load!"

Every star screams "you're alone!"

Quelques créations musicales sans prétention.

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White screen in sight

Grey matter's gone that night

A sudden craving for flowers

That's a perfect wet weather.

Got a long distance hug

And an army of frogs

Stuck at the top of that tree

Chasing time, losing energy.

How come I cut the words

Right out from my heart?

I need to get my innocence back,

Ich sank in das Unbekannte Sessel

Als eine Welt plötzlich einen Eck verlor

Und merkte, dass nach du und ich 

Standen wir nicht mehr,

Das Wir steht nicht mehr 

I feel like the trees that live abroad,

Beyond cliffs and oceans,

Their stems throughout landscapes, across shores

Condemned to never know each other.

Yet can speak everybody’s languages

And am understood by no one

Wish I could listen more,

To the leaves of forests, some I was born in.

Switching tongues,

Like bodyparts,

Shoes I put myself in,

Not knowing anymore

 which belong to me,

Which sliding in, none or all.

I am

and stay

Other

to all the words I know.

Someday I will gather,

All the shards, the seeds and flowers,

To build a mirror,

I can finally see myself whole in.

That I can maybe offer,