. En braille sur la Soie de mon dos, Tu écris ta poésie Du bout des yeux. Dans le silence, Mon coeur s’épanche Espérance puérile De la rime D’un aveu… Et tes mots dansent, Et ton rire court Je m’ennivre de tout Ce qui sonne comme toi! Et si par malheur Je perdais un jour…… Continue reading Les mots sont inutiles…
. What is the first word (or kind of words) you want to learn, when you meet with someone who speaks a language that you don’t know? . For more Quickies, click here.
. If your words could save a monument, or a natural site (like Victor Hugo helped saving Paris’ Notre-Dame Cathedral with The Hunchback of Notre-Dame), which one would you choose? For more Quickies, click here.
. How could IEver forget the burningFeeling of yourPungent lullabiesRunning downMy throat?Burning tales,Running on myHungry tongue.Promising myselfEach and everyTime,It was the last…That by the firstSunset ray,When the headacheHit meI would quitYour fantasy world.For good.Yet, stillI’m thirsty andCraving a word playFix.I just long toGet drunk on your Finely picked words,Again.
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Yesterday, I stumbled upon A handful of words… Words once inspiring, Words I once admired. I looked Over my shoulder, And remembered How you once Lured me Like so many others… So many. Sucking people’s attention, Feeding on their praises And mine. Until you wanted Them no more. You tried to plant A hating seed…… Continue reading Yesterday…
Have your words ever been published? If not, do you wish it’ll happen someday? For more Quickies, click here.
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