Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève / The sleepy slow progress of a short life / I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

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Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet italien Petrarch, en Alexandrin, traduit en anglais ici et en italien ici ou ci-dessous)

20 septembre 2016

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Trépanation dessein la somme de mes douleurs

Elles respirent les contraintes senteurs d’une vie d’antan

Quand douces chimères étreintes côtoyaient les carcans

Usures de vie essaim grandiloquent doux leurres

 

Recherchez en mon sein il subsiste des terreurs

Des outils de maladresse des arrêts d’élan

Des tours des forteresses fixations de Lacan

Des projets des dessins esquisses de vagues demeures

 

Il naît un firmament mon ciel de vie en rêve

Décadence et rupture histoire de vieux virages

De cette joie en tourments j’ai vécu douce trêve

 

Il n’est infirme ment au ciel la vie en crève

En point de croix suture le froissement de ces pages

Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève

 

Lecture du poème: 

La lettre – Lara Fabian

 

 

The sleepy slow progress of a short life

(Translation in English of a sonnet written in French. See original above or here)

September 20, 2016

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Trepanation purpose the sum of my pains

They breathe the constraints scents of life of yesteryear

When sweet chimeras embraced neighboured the restrains

Wear of life grandiloquent swarm of soft lures

 

Look within my breast there remain some fears

Tools of clumsiness halts of momentum

Towers fortresses Lacan’s obsessions

Projects drawings sketches of vague mansions

 

It was born a firmament my life’s sky in dream

Decay and break-ups history of old bends

Of this joy into torments I lived a sweet truce

 

It is not crippled lies to heaven from which life dies

In cross-stitch suture the rustling of these pages

The sleepy slow progress of a short life

 

Reading of the poem: 

Yeliel – Lara Fabian

 

I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

(traduzione in italiano di un poema scritto in francese. Leggere l’originale qua o sopra)

20 settembre 2016

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Trapanazione scopo la somma dei miei dolori

Essi respirano i vincoli profumi della vita di un tempo

Quando dolce chimere abbracciate costeggiavano catene

Usura di vita sciame magniloquente di morbide esche

 

Guardate nel mio petto ci restano timori

Strumenti di goffaggine immobilizazzione di slancio

Delle torre delle fortezze delle fissazioni di Lacan

Progetti disegni schizzi di vaghi palazzi

 

E nato un firmamento mio cielo di vita in sogno

Decadenza rottura vecchia storia di rigiri

Di questa gioia in tormenti ho vissuto dolce tregua

 

Non esiste lo storpio mente al cielo la vita crepa

Punto croce sutura il fruscio di queste pagine

I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

 

Lettura del poema: 

Toccami – Lara Fabian (Mademoiselle Zhivago)

 

17 thoughts on “Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève / The sleepy slow progress of a short life / I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve”

    • Thank you. I speak/read/write 4 languages properly which are English, French, Italian and Arabic. I manage with another 3 languages if I am put in situation with nobody who can speak another language than that but I don’t speak them properly (Spanish, Swedish and German). I understand to an extent Portuguese, Dutch, Tamil and Hindi.
      Merci encore, pour le français je n’ai pas vraiment de mérite puisque mon père est de Pondichéry qui était un comptoir français et ma mère est Tunisienne (ancienne colonie française aussi). L’italien, j’ai dû l’apprendre à 15 ans donc j’ai quand même quelque mérite dans cet apprentissage 😀

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      • I’m exhausted just reading this comment! Lol
        I used to have 4 languages: French obviously since it’s my native tongue, English, Spanish and German but lack of practise has robbed me of most of my German and some of my Spanish. I can get by in Italian but I’m in no way fluent.
        As you can see, I’m a rookie compared to you 😉

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            • No as in you did not learn them on their own or no as in you don’t think you have more merit 😉 I am not modest in the sense that I think I have no merit whatsoever, I just think that people who are able to do something similar (without the favourable grounds) to one who has done something quite remarkable (but who already had the favourable grounds) is more laudable. I still think that it is quite remarkable to know many languages though 😀 It opens the potential of being able to truly understand a larger group of individuals.

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