ramblings in a vineyard ou comment partir en weekend

Je me pose des fois la question, si à un moment donné, je ne regrette rien. Un billet de train trop cher, ou un voyage à Paris qui va, une fois de plus, être chargé de beaucoup de self control. And then, oui c’est bilingual, je me dit: “No it’s fine. It’ll bite later.” Ou…

une phrase universelle

“Nos familles sont là-bas” Cette phrase universelle, crié en temps de violences et de guerre, et d’oppression C’est comme si certains tournent en rond, leurs voix se brisent, tellement ils/elles ont essayé(e)s de se faire entendre, alors que d’autres sont entendu(e)s dès la première seconde…. A few words on this piece. We first published it…

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…

democracy, or that muted radio.

If you look hard enough, in the corner of your eye…. You see it. A blue standard, they call a symbol…    it’s a fickle one, I say. But…. They said this was democracy, one step forward to better, one more injustice fought,all because of a victory, which was no victory, but apparently no one asked…

Light to be, light to not

Light. It’s an element from nature, which makes us dream and anticipate at the same time. Every society in the world wrote about it, has been mystified by it at times. Divine or a warning? A hope in the dead of winter for some, it is also a cosmic force for many others.   Mostly…

Of kryptonite and sunsets

Dreams are kryptonite sometimes..  a sort of cryptic message, which can only come from you. And yet, and yet, you’ve taught me every time never to believe you. It’s that illusion no one sees coming. It is the dawn. Is it the sunset? I’m not sure. My history with you is empty. My history with…

The Quarantine Journal

I had words in my headthis morning,waking up. But I lost them now.Weekdays are better for walking. But still. Whyis the way? What is a quarantine with shops open and too many people out? What’s this game of mouse and cat where even the cat can’t anymore. Because it’s a game. It is aninsult.How dare…

The barman likes you…

      Illusions of a fruit bar lay there in the light of rosé. Still life of a past, not past. Sometimes I see a vision of myself in glass. Awaiting, a waiting in disguise. No veil, no blindfold. Just transparent, today, yesterday, tomorrow. As shown in the illusions of pineapple pieces floating in…

Peace, one of a kind.

These empty streets you see are not what I see. But what is History? What is a people? And what, I ask you, is a state? Empty streets are just an illusion. In peace, it is early. In war, it is danger. What History has told us is always the truth. Sometimes, it is but…

….. et une fin d’histoire.

Une histoire d’un autre jour encore je me suis demander pourquoi nous sommes tous coincés dans un cercle vicieux !   FIN.