TEXTS
Don’t take me too seriously.
PRIMARY POETRY (1)

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