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

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)

 

Of perhaps and of maybes

Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

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You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

 

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

 

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

 

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

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Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

 

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

 

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

 

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

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Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

 

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

 

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

 

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

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Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

 

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

 

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

 

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

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Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

 

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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