While browsing through my archives, I found forgotten texts, woven over the years, and I reconnected with their vitality. They are barely organized — mostly scattered, spontaneous poems. I wanted to share them all with you, unfiltered, despite the risk. They will be translated into every language on the site, of course, but their rhymes — those subtle echoes — will no longer resonate in the same way. So be it. Once again… I choose to dare. (IACF)
I think that...
To Create Poetry
One must be simple too.
Breathe within the clouds
And clothe one's soul in white.
To Have Rhyme as a Friend
And a sharpened awareness.
To make good use
Of a Sunday’s kind of language.
To Await from the Infinite
That which must be written.
To have, like a clever mage,
Some tricks up one’s sleeves.
But When I Am Before You...
Poetry is what is lived.
My emotion breaks a sweat,
As auras intertwine.
But When I Am Before You...
I no longer seek the angels.
I contemplate you.
Not Easy
If You Think It's Easy,
To walk a tightrope.
To be your puppet—
It worries me.
You Leave Only Crumbs,
Shouting No! Non!... or Niet!
And just to go out in town...
It's exile.
I Make Love
With words
Caressing you
From E to G.
Without Much Detour
In crescendo.
A tender gesture
On the piano.
Since Always
Voices echo
To break the stress
And shout “Bravo!”
I Wanted to Be Alone
Playful and in love
To see my own face
Of a joyful madman.
I Wanted to Be Alone
Neither modest nor poor
To seize love alone
And make God jealous.
I Wanted to Be Alone
In my little room
And let run freely
Your photo that hurts me a bit.
FULL OF THOUGHTS
Everything's in My Head
You leap from one dream
To fresh new dreams
Dark spot, never dumb
Only Velvet,
Color, and champagne
And a fireplace flame,
Everything's in My Head
You leap from one dream
To fresh new dreams
Dark spot, never dumb
Only Velvet,
Color, and love
And warm kisses.
Like a Flower in My Head,
Love keeps repeating
“A little, a lot, madly for all
A little, a lot, madly... of you!”
HOMELESS JOURNEY
To Flee and Escape
Without fear, without sighs
Leave without luggage
Naked and swimming.
Far Off, Near the Wise Ones,
By will or by rage
Not to die there
But to grow.
No Shelter,
Rain is my caving roof,
Rusting sun above.
No faith
I Walk Without Fingers
I tear through the path.
How tired I am!
Why am I here?
THE NAME
The Name
This name runs.
Around, along the horizon
Of my passions.
It Has a Scent, This Name.
The beautiful, the good,
The great love of those sweet days.
Still Wonderful,
When you think about it.
All these words!
Those Who Came Before Us
And taught us how to speak.
All these women,
These wise ones who gave us birth.
Above all, taught us how to feel.
WILD ROMANTIC ROCK (md)
For a Wild Romantic Rock,
A gentle love, stronger than anything.
Angelic or diabolic,
Let’s toast to life, live to the end.
My Wild Romantic Rock Runs
Goes everywhere, saying it exists in us
It's magical and authentic
Lovers who play, who play with everything.
We Let Our Souls Speak.
Without ever blaming.
We leap toward a flame,
Love at its finest.
Man’s freedom, woman’s freedom.
... For all.
Without Two Beings Seeking Passion,
No horizon, no true chances.
Without a tale of dreams and illusions...
No childhood dream for grown-ups.
Without Knowing When, Without Knowing Where...
Even two thousand years, a rendezvous.
Like a secret, like a mystery...
Let’s shake it all, even the gurus.
Through Your Caresses, I Got the Taste...
Of your tenderness... a winning heart
No chains, no rope around the neck...
Let’s live our wild romantic rock.
BAR-BAR DREAM
Like Zombies
Lost in the night,
Alcohol vapors
And blue clouds.
Mad Powder
And Bar-bar dream.
We run
Too late... too late!
Beauties in the moonlight,
Macho men with foggy hearts.
Brief Moments of Life
Wrapped in troubles,
Werewolves without the moon,
Witches on the front page.
A Look Without a Word,
The right words follow!
A gesture suggests
For rosy bodies,
The ultimate symbiosis.
The Heart Beats with Longing.
If both souls run away,
The brains ignite,
Desires smolder,
Forgetting the pain.
The Heart, a Bit Heavy,
No one objects,
Strange osmosis,
A bandage and a dose.
From Silence to Screams,
All, by night, cause no harm,
We slip away, bar to bar.
Wild and Barbaric Nights,
Nocturnal liaisons,
Society inhales,
Loneliness dares,
Oblivion proposes,
Forgiveness Takes Place.
IN SONG
I’d Like to Live by Your Side,
Every single day
Wrap you in happiness,
Offer you care and attention.
Humanly, the very best...
The very best.
I’d Like to Brush Against Your Heart.
Gently,
Without scaring you.
Caress your hair, your breasts.
Tenderly, hour by hour.
From pleasure to happiness
Hour by hour.
I’d Like to Hide Inside Your Dreams.
Lovingly,
To please you, surprise you.
To give myself, take myself back.
To spread myself fully,
Without clash.
Fully.
I’d Like in the Morning to Awaken,
Calmly.
Call you as you wake,
Present you to the sun,
Respectfully,
As my queen
Under its warmth,
Under your rule.
I’d Like, Each Day With You,
Simply,
To relearn how to know you,
To declare my love for you,
Passionately,
To proclaim this prayer.
I’d Like at Every Encounter,
Innocently,
To relearn how to know you,
To seduce you, to love you.
Simple passion!!!
With fervor.
With fervor.
ROMANCE IN NOTES
A Word
In music,
Just for the two of us
In love.
Some Notes
That speak to you
Of a great joy
Enchanting.
Fingers That...
...Touch each other
Inside
Our hearts.
Bodies
That exchange
Again and again.
My love.
Glances
Tender and sweet
That caress each other
By chance
Lovers Have a Dream
With no trouble.
To love forever
Then fly away
Like angels.
LIBERATING RAP
Take Your Nightmares,
Your old demons.
Shove all that in the closet.
Don’t wait for
The next whisper,
The second mirage,
Nor the final draw.
Aim Straight for Happiness.
Forget the fear.
That suitcase full of old pains.
Get ready,
Naked and unarmed,
Without anger or rage
For a new face.
Oops! Wait, Be Wise.
Flee the brief hour,
Walk farther on the shore.
Avoid polluted beaches,
Sacred monsters,
Thirsty liars.
SURGE OF FIRE
I’d Like to Have Immense Lips
To cover your body in trance
With a single kiss
Like a blazing fire.
BOLD WORDS
Disturbing Stranger
Who freezes me, haunts me.
Would I dare speak to you
Without being marked?
Trying to Step Forward
Toward you, the elegant one.
To tell you words
More than inviting.
And Show You With My Hands...
Sweaty and hesitant,
The place touched
By you that I praise.
A Sacred Place
Where dreams dare,
A hidden altar
Where my soul immolates itself.
Would I Dare Speak to You
Disturbing stranger
Without naming myself
From my frightened heart.
THE ESCAPED BREEZE
Like a Gentle Breeze
Passed over my dreams
Brushing without touching
Fleeing by mistake.
To Catch It by Surprise
Even mid-flight, to tie it down.
At the risk of falling.
There! The ultimate foolishness.
To Search, Always to Search.
That breath soft as a breeze
That refuses surrender
Plays on my freedom.
To Run and Drink Deep
From that source I aim for,
The eternal obsession!
Never to reach it.
Tell Me Why the Exquisite,
The music went hiding
In secret to sing
The charm of the other shore.
Like a Gentle Breeze
From my dreams it gleaned
A stillborn love
Whatever they may say.
DISUNITED DREAMS
Separated by Time.
Will we be united by eternity?
Will we be there together?
Will we be married there?
Each Day the Same Tortures,
The same dreamed joys.
Thinking of her more often than God.
Fascinating image!
Like water that draws in,
The fire that warms...
I...! I desire!
My Eyes, Without Pleasure.
My hands, without warmth.
No beauty, no sensuality.
No body... no heart...
That voice will never speak to me.
My breath will never blend with hers.
Prevent myself from dreaming of it...!
Without thinking, without thought.
Like a secret revealed.
I am not small,
I...! I am low!
NIGHTTIME SCREAMS
Screaming into the Night
Crying in my dreams
Suffocating from boredom
My soul crumbles apart!
Hope Is the Enemy.
For me, the great truce!
My heart lies still, collapsed.
Another death? What is wrong with me?
Life Everywhere Around!
Love... lays siege!!
What’s wrong with her? She forgets me?
Yes! I’m dying from every side.
MELODY OF STEPS
From Minute to Minute,
From blue to blue,
From green to green,
Rain imitates snow
With its whitening sorrow,
Whitening the thoughts of musical steps
That replay the symphonies
That only
A child’s step can create.
From Minute to Minute,
From hour to hour,
Color sings the winter,
The only universe
That frightens even hell.
Black hell.
The white of the desert
Will suffocate it to the blood.
WEATHER OF THE SOUL
Blizzard, Rain, Storm.
No matter the saying
Of heart and endeavor.
Withdraw from life.
One or a Thousand Images
Precious and wise
Cannot erase the rage
Of the pain that screams.
Passing Mood
Seeks no message
Except the truth of age
As spirit may decree.
To Break the Cage
Without harm
To the one we honor—
Self or others, equally.
Each Day, Weaving,
Without fear, in action
Mature while swimming through
Silence toward life.
THE GARDEN OF DREAMS
My Mind Is One of Those Very Strange Universes,
More often than not upside down.
But like a storyteller in an open book...
Dreams live there and wander free.
Like a Child, Through Nourished Games, It Enlightens Me...
...About life and its grand mysteries.
It steals from reality, joys or sorrows,
All kinds of images it brings back to me.
No Explanation for This One! Even If It Exaggerates.
According to its moods, it steers into trouble.
No matter the message to speak or hide,
It’s a beautiful coward that leads them.
A Madman! He Plucks a Face Like a Praying Flower.
From those eyes flows a friendly light,
So charming, so soft, and above all proud,...
Of wisdom flowing in her veins.
I Admit That in My Dream, for This Flower, I Am an Accomplice!
Impossible to resist! It’s too beautiful a thing!?
Even if from her life, her being, I hardly know...
But brief encounters that shake me.
No Doubt, I Owe Them Some Apologies!...
Conscience excludes them! My subconscious prefers her!
Drifting sweet pleasures into my imagination,
There I see the Gardens of Eden.
That Rose, Beautiful Like a Woman, Is Worshipped by the Mind.
More! I believe love would have a heart of stone,
...if in her life she didn’t already have a sincere man
To support her through her sorrows.
To Be So Exquisite, One Cannot Live Without Delight.
How could one not expect a rival?
To face him? To stir trouble? To bring forth hell?
Into this couple... whatever may come?
To Desire Her at the Great Risk of Displeasing Her?
No! Surely not! But equally true is...
...to cherish her for what she is in my winter.
A poetic glow I made mine.
Côme Felx
Omnia vincit amor