Blue lakes inside me
2 August 2016
The rain falls
Coloured black and blue
On my sides
Tanning hides
My pores all welcoming spots
Blue forget me nots
Slowly flow
Blue lakes inside me
Silently
Hidden skies
Whispering realities
Lift them to the clouds
I gather
In the rain that falls
Falls falls slow
On your lands
Blue and green blended mellow
Under desert sands
Reading of the poem:
Oh Gente da Minha Terra – Mariza
Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe
(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan et Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
6 juillet 2016
Ils parlent de justiciers de forces vives suintées
Par les pores de douleur pour une mort prérequise
Comme les glas par milliers de cloches noircies tintées
Font vibrer la noirceur enterrée en l’église
Pour les cœurs épurer de vieilles rancœurs teintées
Raconte-moi malheur rajustant l’entremise
De ces heures à sonner réunions éreintées
Enfouie dans la pâleur de ces choix de vie grises
J’aurais d’un entretemps fait feu vif de tout bois
Elagué les copeaux comme menues brindilles d’herbe
Réflexions pour longtemps font mémoire bon aloi
Comme le cours des ruisseaux délave de fleurs la gerbe
Ainsi venu printemps fait briller l’effort croît
Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe
Lecture du poème:
Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest
(Translation of a poem written in Alexandrin and Occitan Sonnet form. Original above or here)
6 July 2016
They talk about vigilante of bright strength oozed
Through pores filled with pain for a prerequisite death
Like thousands of knells from black tinted bells chiming
Make vibrate the darkness lying buried in church
To purify hearts of old resentments tainted
Tell me misfortune adjusting intervention
Of those hours that are ringing tired reunions
Buried in pallor of those choices of gray lives
I could have from passing made bright fire from all wood
Then pruned the shavings like some slender blades of grass
Thoughts that are churned well make good quality memories
As the course of streams washes out the sheaf of flowers
So when it comes does spring shine all efforts and grow
Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest
Reading of the poem:
Jealous of the rain – Michael Nyman
Diary of Hate – Michael Nyman
Memorial – Michael Nyman
A la folie – Michael Nyman
Les loups des marais
(Traduit en un shadorma en anglais ci-dessous ou voir ici)
22 avril 2016
Retourne-moi
Je suis à l’envers
Délicate
Crêpe Georgette
Un tissu de clairvoyance
Tissé sans mensonges
Mange-moi donc
Je suis pilule d’or
J’agrémente
L’univers
Je colorie en gris-vert
L’illusion des prés
Digère-moi
Je suis en entrailles
Découverte
Lecture braille
Les mots pour extra-sensibles
Livre ouvert en cœur
Exsude-moi
Je sue de tes pores
Instinct d’hiver
Rêve printemps
Ma bouche formule bas tes vers
Deux cœurs en dévers
Recueille-moi
De ces mares sanglantes
Dénudée
Dévidée
Trois petits-tours et s’en vont
Les loups des marais
Lecture du poème:
Wolves of the marshes
(Translation of a shadorma written in French, see above or here)
April 22, 2016
Turn me up
I am upside down
Delicate
Crepe Georgette
A fabric of clairvoyance
Woven without lies
Eat me so
I like golden pill
Decorate
Universe
I colour in greyish-green
Meadows illusions
Digest me
I am in entrails
Discovery
Reading Braille
Words for extra-sensitives
Open book in heart
Exude me
I sweat from your pores
Winter’s guts
Dream of spring
My mouth formulates your verse
Two hearts’ downward slopes
Collect me
From these bloody pools
Uncovered
Emptied bare
Three little rounds and they run
Wolves of the marshes
Reading of the poem:
Not Human – Javier Navarrete
Fireflies in the garden – Javier Navarrete
Long long time ago – Javier Navarrete
Within the absence of all
28 February 2016
Happiness
Empty three vocals
Caught in throat
As I float
Otherworldly hands grasp me
My world is now shut
Like regret
Make me your sunset
Fading light
Glow me night
Seek me in the open winds
Where horizons merge
Wish me stars
I have hidden scars
Under lace
Through silk cloths
That speak of fiercest cuttings
Coursing through the wild
Let me be
There are reasons small
They crouch slight
As we call
Summoning of the amused
Pitfalls of laughter
Free my soul
Cease the mindless quest
Heart’s arrest
Is wane fate
Tomorrow I will be whole
In blood of my kind
Grant me void
Let me spin empty
Into dark
Glittering
Within the absence of all
None that I recall
Reading of the poem:
Versa – We are not what we say we are
Dénouement
English translation below (A Alessandro de RISE)
16 janvier 2016
Abandon
Ecorchure en mots
Peau qui coule
Diapason
Alignement de mon être
Musique funèbre naître
Résistance
Invincible élan
Préserver
Sauvegarder
Obsession de tous les temps
Passé imparfait
Les tumultes
Flots de cœur avide
Découvrir
S’investir
Richesse de boyaux limpides
Cristaux pour rivière
Abandon
D’autres sens reprennent
Dictionnaire
Réfractaire
Je nage fort contre-courant
Les vagues mon tombeau
Dénouement
Une paix retrouvée
Lentement
Communion
Il me tient la main de loin
Traverser l’enfant
As I realised some of you are kind enough to like my poems in French even though their French is a bit rusty or some just because they like the images and the feel of the poem without understanding much I have resolved whenever I can to put up a translation in English. It is difficult because the French language allows you to hide many more meanings into the same sentence and I find it less possible with the English, especially if one wants to respect the poetry rhythm and requirements. I have attempted to keep the below a Shadorma (in between brackets figures the correct translation of a word that I might have changed a bit to keep the Shadorma syllable count and in one instance I have put up another possible wording where the French word has more than one meaning). Thanks as always for your comments and encouragements 🙂
Denouement
(To Alessandro from RISE)
January 16th, 2016
Abandoned (Abandonment)
Flaying of the words
Skin flowing
Tuning fork
Alignment of my being
Mourning music born
Resistance
Invincible force (momentum)
To preserve
To safeguard
Obsession of all Tenses
Past, the imperfect
The tumults
Waves of hungry heart
Discover
To invest
Wealth of my transparent guts
Crystals for river
Abandoned (Abandonment)
Other senses sum [meanings] (resume)
Thesaurus
Rebellious
I swim against strong current
The waves are my grave
Denouement
A reacquired peace
Very slow
Communion
He holds my hand from afar
Crossing through childhood
Alain Souchon – Les regrets (Clip officiel)
Mylène Farmer & Jean-Louis Murat – Regrets (Clip Officiel)
Il divo & Celine Dion – I believe in you
Fear Ego’s highest Level
17 November 2015
Walk in the valley
Where shadows are only sight
Cracked Earth stretches
Reinventing paths
Build destroy and build anew
Within the cracks Breathe
Look upon the Lands
Liquid thoughts penetrate seams
All glory now spent
Metamorphosis
Three crows sang to nightingale
Over land’s watchdog
Fall through listless cracks
Offering is not in pride
The living Confines
Grasping all within
Blowing it to Northern winds
Darkened eye meets Ice
Rise to covered skies
The fall and the rise unite
Cold sun Witnesses
Anointed useless
Fear Ego’s highest Level
Parts with Sacrifice
Stand within the grounds
Be the dragon and the prince
All tides Overcome
Silent tunes will flow
From the hands that knead the air
Bright new Sunrises
Frozen – Madonna
This empty room without you
18 August 2015
Every time you leave
Eye witnesses eclipses
As sun covers you
Morning birds cry shrill
From sorrow of your absence
As night dies silent
I twirl the needles
Time will hasten by my will
We will meet again
Brief moments through day
Confused storm of the senses
Reliving rapture
I wither in it
This empty room without you
Where our joys burst flames
Should I stop the Sun
Shield the moon from its day wrath
That you may lay here?
Softly soothing talk
Your lips kiss away the pain
“I have never gone!”
Absent no longer
You are now a part of me
I will reach within
Fabrizio Paterlini – Empty Room
