Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires / Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Occitan en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

15 juillet 2016

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Débride doux les silences enchaîne-moi les refrains

Consume-moi de plaisir dans des âtres abrités

Rempote-moi fleur d’aisance dans vase sans lendemains

Que l’on ne puisse médire que des cœurs agités

 

Recolle-moi comme faïence brisures marques de dédains

Que je puisse me relire kintsugi méritée

Ranime-moi les vieilles danses les valses pour mille quatrains

De mon flot en délire par murmure ébruité

 

Quand viennent las les soirs mornes et que le feu s’éteint

Ravive-moi de ces cendres un rayon de lumière

Que le fil des trois Nornes dans les cieux demeure peint

 

Que mon esprit méandres traverse landes et bruyères

Verdoyantes îles sans bornes que mon regard étreint

Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires

 

Lecture du sonnet: 

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Je n’ai que nous à vivre

Tien An Men – Calogero

 

Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

(Poème written originally in French in Occitan Sonnet format and in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

15 July 2016

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Unleash soft silences rhythm me choruses

Consume me in pleasure within sheltered hearth

Repot me free flower in vase without morrows

That others may speak ill only of restless heart

 

Affix me pottery pieces brands of disdain

That I may re-read me well-deserved Kintsugi

Old dances revive me waltz to thousand quatrains

Of my delirious stream by a murmur revealed

 

When the dreary nights come and the fire goes out

Revive me from ashes a tiny ray of light

May thread of the three Norns in the heavens stay stout

 

Let my mind meander through the moors and the heaths

The boundless green islands that my eye caresses

Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

 

Reading of the sonnet: 

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Hold on to Love – Cranberries

Zombie – The Cranberries

The blue lantern of her mind

The blue lantern of her mind

15 July 2016

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He never knew love. It equated to another four letter word branded across his virginity when the backstreet whore had laughed it off him in a wink. The brief thought of heaven that crossed his mind in ecstasy taken over by the stink from her fleshy body. Heaven had closed shop that day and nothing could make it sway in his favour, not even once, not even on that special moment lost in masses of fleshy odour.

 

His father had taught his mother to love and to count the pennies after they had left to make sure that all the love spent equated to the right amount. It was tantamount to their daily pittance filling empty rumbling voids with hard-earned bread or perhaps just hard. It was hard to say really as nothing was quite what one expected in the backstreets. It was all the opposite of the upper streets with their meets and greets as the gutter boys came up close for some dimes showing off their feats.

 

It was there that he found her, oozing something indistinct that made him want to faint and throw up all at once. She was pale and frail and very much like a fish out of the pond. He wondered how she could breathe in all that mud. He stepped forward, she backward and fell with a thud. He fell too, not out of imbalance but merely to be able to follow her wherever she wanted to walk. He opened his mouth but seemed quite unable to talk. She slowly nudged out from underneath him yanking pieces of his heart away as she did. Under her balcony that night like a thief he hid, waiting for the moon to rise and oh did it rise, right up there high in the skies. There she was singing a song from when he was little, a time when each morsel was brittle and the blood lay low. Her words invented as she pretended to sing on the rhyme not quite catching on in time as she had never learnt them by heart. The servant they had had once and she on very bad terms did depart as her mother threw the poor girl out six months pregnant and she never learnt the song to her heart’s content. All those words just taken out now from thin air as she watched him watch her in the underbelly of the backstreets hidden in plain sight as she sang to his heart’s delight. It trickled like light, flowing right out of the blue lantern of her mind.

 

He never knew love. Neither did she. Now they do and fools say it is true

 

Reading of the story: 

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Sohe Saha – Zeb Bangash Alia Bhatt

Heart filled with waters

Heart filled with waters

15 July 2016

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A win win

Too scarce victories

Promise dim

Like lighthouse

Shimmering through fogs that douse

The heart’s guiding flames

 

Chances slim

Taken with the bees

Honey stings

Knowledge brings

More than the untimely rows

In midnight screaming

 

Soul dreaming

Unkempt redemption

Bleak garden

Weeds growing

Opportunities flowing

Heart filled with waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Siempre Me Quedará – Bebe

 

The Snow falls

The Snow falls

15 July 2016

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Whisper not

The walls can eavesdrop

Say it plain

It is vain

To keep or not to keep hushed

What plays in the Light

 

Pick the fight

Wisely the sage talks

Lonely walks

In crossroads

The wizards stir bats and toads

The love only heart

 

The Snow falls

On our illusions

As hearts throb

The thieves rob

Our intent’s energy waves

Reaching out from caves

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana

A collateral damage

A collateral damage

15 July 2016

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Heads or tails

Tossing the quarter

Writhing snails

Pass the test

We made it through the unrest

Barely with a hair

 

We played piece

Like in ancient Greece

Lives a dime

Underwent

Like a million in my rhyme

Going through intent

 

I had him

In softening plea

Would I be

Like other

A collateral damage

He looked whispered no

 

Reading of poem: 

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Shiva Tandava Stotram

Stopping quakes

Stopping quakes

14-15 July 2016

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Portals guide

Between the twin worlds

Minds divide

In sections

My bodies’ intersections

As the joints shiver

 

Losing space

Dilating shrinking

Eyes blinking

Blindness sets

In the hollows on my face

No lives carved regrets

 

Stories flow

In the Gods’ secrets

Like honey

From the bees

I gather all on my knees

Token of knowledge

 

Life on edge

Wavering dreamtime

Spinning reels

Of events

The dramatic one prevents

The greater evils

 

Million spawns

Unaware games’ pawns

The beast yawns

As they live

The thwarting he will forgive

Ultimate goal kept

 

Stopping quakes

Tremors now lessened

He listened

As I wept

The large scale adventure swept

Under morrows’ rug

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Shiva Tandava – Psy Trance

Indian Trance – Morfou

Orkidea – Morfou