.Just Farah.

Le marchand de sable est passé

Dors mon petit

Sommeilles mon bien aimé

Voici l`aurore qui cède à la nuit

Un coin de page des chapitres de ta vie

Une nouvelle sincère délivrance

Des expirations de tes longs silences

Les cloches de toutes les églises résonnent

Quand chatouille tes sens une frivole brise d`automne

Se dissipe alors la communion de nos sentiments

 En parfum d`espaces  oubliés

En futile fragrance de temps

Your life is in my hand

My one…

My adoring man…

To have possession of you completely

 Breathe in you so serenely

And seal our blank clear skies

With echoes of both our sighs

While the brown of my eye waltz

The supreme dark of your wide eyes

Broken

Unspoken

Like timid secrets meeting the morning sun

Running away from the flavorless bland moments

 When we still weren’t one

On est ivre d`éclat et d`amour

Et le nuage qu`on respire chargé de mollesse

Tisse avec ses airs un ciel de délicatesse

Ou la finesse de mes doigts étreigne ta chevelure

Et le monde devient soudain…lointain

Faible et absent…presque défunt

Et tu deviens mon Europe…mon Asie, mon Afrique

Le planisphère vivant de mon monde fantastique

Et nos esprits voguent sur nos musiques

…sur nos parfums

…sur nos présents

….et nos lendemains

Oui,

Je suis l`âme du vent de la terre

Aux tempéraments éphémères

Qui peuvent parfois résister

Et un cœur emprunté aux mystères

Que tu as souvent beau animer

De nos mots calculés et dirigés

Au sein d`incertains risques

On a simplement su inspirer

La magie de nos instants féeriques

Nos impossibles deviennent alors

Des vérités faciles à voler

Comme nos désirs et nos émois

Qu`on a tant à deux couronné

Et tu demeures cet immobile

Qui murmure les secrets du temps

Et qui sera infatigablement docile

Aux délires de mes printemps

Was I really ever inhaling life

Prior to the delicate bliss in you

And your mist scenting my nights

With this supernatural silver hue

I turn off the world and listen to you breathing…

Hearing you sigh…

And your calming silence turns into my every night lullaby

The warmth of miles coldness is near

And to answer the dusk’s never-ending call

I tamed my darkest insensible fears

With tinted demons on my wall

And as you taste the tears I cry

Your embrace becomes my every day lullaby

So tell me…

How do I stop the clocks from racing

I thought that you…only you would know

That I do not want to let go

Of all the living memories I’m still chasing

But my vigor is nearly gone

And the world is looking cold

For a little girl that’s growing strong

Yet sometimes feels too old

And just when sunrise climbs

For a new truth to be told

A fresh golden sun

This girl will wake to try

Hushed by the softness of jumbled quiet notes

From your each day unspoken lullaby

 

 

I was born on a rainy day

From drips of love and loads of clay

And when you close my eyes

To draw my wiped out grin

You bring back the joyful child

Awake under my skin

I wind back to the faraway time

When my imaginings were originally made

When I was reckless

When I was free

When my dreams were not afraid

Your love gives me the chance

To follow each step of my forgotten dance

Tiptoeing stretch to reach the full round moon

Dragging marguerites from their lazy dreams

 To bring my spring too soon

Sigh…

Fly high

Throw colors in the wind,

Stamping rainbows in my sky

Take me back… to me

To the me that I miss

To the days of love…

To the nights of innocence

Life is beautiful…

Or so I heard

Instinctively,

 I went through it unrehearsed

Then you said…it’s okay

The child needs to come out and play…

Take me back then…

To you…

To the you that I miss

Cause you’ve become a great significance,

 To the stages of my grown up innocence…

Pour elle,

Il a tant versé de pleurs
Et quelques insignifiants plaisirs, ombres d`une élégante douleur

Qu'il garde ses plaisirs !

Dans sa gorge… tranquilles
Sa Muse contre lui, s`offre un nouvel asile 

Elle…moi…

Seul objet de ses vieux inédits désirs,
Son premier amour, son unique plaisir
Malade, n'osant troubler la paix de nos rivages

Éveillant en nous, le stoïque froid visage

Celui d`un dieu cruel, sans légitimes effrois.
Chastes Muses, pêcheuses d`âmes, veillez toujours sur elle
…sur moi.
Le coeur qui n'aime rien… a beau implorer
L`amour qui innocemment me fuit ne veut plus m'inspirer

Je chante les dieux de l`éternel silence et soudain
Mes vocables balbutient …et se travaillent en vain
Et si parfois…

Tremors in my breath
Seizures in my heart
Paroxysms tearing my nerves apart
And your tightening masculine grips
Quiet down for the silk of your lips
My silence screams evermore
As this waking hour reaches our core
In motionless echoes in my head
Tucked in your tender arms on your bed
My lungs are within your hands
Empty
Free
As an intercourse of emotion
Orchestrates our heartbeats
My heart is within yours
In unspeakable serenity
Peacefulness
Even when your fever invades my senses
With force enough to make me bleed
To elevate me to your world of feel
So I can hear your voice in your trembling silence
And see your face vanishing in the dark
Distinguishing relentlessly your loving eyes spark
Swirling into the abyss
Of my feeling
Of my being
Breathing your life within me as I explode
As I collapse in your vibrant colors
Like a sin under your skin
In transparent rays of sun
Refusing to shine
For the magnificence of feeling yours
And the splendor of being mine

You’re real

Like a castle in my sky

The reverie of an awakening

The blushing solitary light behind a rising new beginning

And you always depart and leave too soon

To sketch lustrous little dots around my bitter moon

And there you are…flowing

Like broken forgotten notes in the currents of my streams

Painting as your tide passes by

My monochrome orphan dreams

And a realm far away in a nowhere forgotten space

With an atlas rightly penciled in the joy lines of my face

She`s a flame of desire,

A longing form of arcane lust

He`s candid innocent love,

A random refined shape of an old broken heart

She joined his beautiful mosaic morsels

Once upon a time, brutally ripped apart
Eve…

No-one else…

A living masterpiece of contemporary divine art

With a sinister soul greeting death

She appeared to set free on his lips

Her last feminine breath

He became hers

She was his muse, his passion,
his spleen

The prettiest mortal portrait his eyes have ever seen

This woman… his woman

Was Eden

Was hell

And every open space in-between

I might still have a thousand questions

To answers you and only you can give
As your voice sings to me in soundless notes
I stop breathing

Hearing you love me in paragraphs

Tacit endless paragraphs

Scattering on my welcoming skin

Traces of your soft lips autographs

And you’re still there by our fantasy ocean
Stealing sunsets and painting silhouette dreams
While my sand castles fall like ashes of cigarettes I never smoked

Joining together waves I never originally broke

And each and every one drags me to your sea
As I could stand here watching you for hours

And your deafening silence might declare it all to me

How you are mine, when your arms hold me

And the shadows of your defeated smiles make me see

How you became the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground

While to your merciless world I turned out to be

 The wing that keeps your heart in the clouds.

Rien n`est fortuit comme respirer

Comme être…

Comme vraiment vivre

Et  rien comme être n'est momentané

Telle ma sobriété dans mes songes ivres 
Et les vents qui rendent mon coeur léger

Sous ce toit…

Dans cet abri où je me sens étranger

Loin des doigts qui effleurent le noir de mes cheveux

Qui caressent l`enfance sommeillant dans mes yeux

L`obscurité sans fin me va mieux

C`est le temps orphelin et solitaire qui seul se fait vieux

Et mes sourires…

Les souvenirs de mes visages

De mes puérils et réfléchis présages

Que sont ils devenus…

Des promeneurs étrangers…des passants inconnus

Aux  pieds abîmés, brisés, rassis et nus

Je deviens la cacophonie du silence et pourtant

Je me réjouit  encore à teindre la poussière du temps

Je suis la bonne fée de ces contes et je crois

Que le sable doré de mes anecdotes fuit entre mes doigts

Comme la magie des choses

Comme les inlassables métamorphoses

Comme rien et comme tout

Comme le poids dur de nos vies qui plie à jamais nos genoux