Shadows dancing

Yesterday I saw you through the shadow lamp light, dancing headspace We’re in a rush this week, so we leave you all with a haiku. Our resident poet hates writing in structured form but sometimes we all have to experiment, right? We have an idea for next week. Actually, we have a few ideas for…

What hides above

You’re on the road, a bit of modern concrete from the days of industrialization, cutting through mother earth like it doesn’t matter.  Are you in a car? If so, imagine driving up. You’re on a winding road. It turns, it twists, it makes you spin.   And even if you are on foot, it makes you…

The photographer

They have to get out of the frame to see the picture. Don’t get attached. Get detached. No emotions, all emotions. you’ll feel because you’ll know. In your eye, the photographer will see you. They must. They see the atmosphere of the shot. Their lenses can tell a million stories, starting with the one. Dancing…

One night out

I’m running late to one of the best joints in town. My friends had just wrote me and I had flown into action to meet them. It’s a quick walk and past the pass sanitaire control, I enter the brasserie, Au Brasseur, famous for its food and history as a brewery. The place still makes…

Sky high

There’s a limit to the sky, girl with city vibes.. sky high’s the limit. We don’t know what to do with her after that. A very short text this week. Enjoy.  Also – we understand that a lot these many months has been mostly poetry. We know and we hope that everyone understands that the…

The Congress.

The congress of pigeons was around today. A huge congress took place on the roof and unfortunately no one agreed with anyone except on the sleeping arrangement. No, we’re four on this ledge. Yes, we’re all together. Ok. We’re all here. Do we start? No complaints? Ok. Let’s sleep. and they left the little birds…

He.

Il était beau. Une rencontre d’un quart d’heure. Comme d’hab. Un sourire. Un bonjour. Une conversation. Du soleil. Regard dans les yeux. Trois secondes. Stolen desires, I know thee well. He’s just a passing shadow. Gone in a flash. Tout comme les autres. C’est quand que tu restes? Beau gosse dans le train juste pour…

The carpet

I saw a man this morning on the side of the road. He was besides his car boot open. Rows and rows of carpets, oriental rugs rolled up, side by side, in the car.  He was standing in front of this treasure and I stopped to watch as he weaved in, weaved out heavy wool string…

a four lettered word

It follows me. Nags me. Tortures me.  Until I forgot where I am.  Until the end. I have no idea when that will be. It’s everywhere.  It never stops. And all the while, I feel the strings tugging, restricting not my breath, but my control. They call it self destruction, I heard.  The control.  The…

Muette comme la mouette

Hier soir, j’étais une mouette. Elle s’est installée dans le sable. Bien enfournée mais la tête dehors vers l’horizon. Un oeil ouvert, Moitié fermé. Surveillance totale. pour quel? Aucune idée mais que pour l’horizon.