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…

the lists left around

There’s a list of emotions and questions laying around this place, which I am not sure how to approach, this tide of extremists in politics “Votez blanc” splashed across posters but we all know not to do exactly that, unless, of course, we wish to bury ourselves further down the landmine, or can someone help…

Me, please.

I’m like those cats in the streets clamoring for affection Me! Me! Me! Me! please me. And yet I never do. Hi all! We’re cooking up a few pieces for here and not here so we leave you with the verse above. For info, we wrote this a few months back. Cheers and enjoy ❤️ …

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…

Candle in the night

Candle in the night, how bright I seem to remember you from afar, in an eons away era, your voice, So softly speaking, no ahems ever needed Oui… mmmmm.. oui… non. Pourquoi? Ahhhh. Oui. A small smile, quickly passing, Un, deux secondes à repartir avant que ce visage se crispe de nouveau, Le regard n’est…

“Barbaric!”

It’s starting again… The lights are glowing The chalets are up and running, markets attracting the monstrous crowds, like moths to the flames, “Barbares! Vous êtes tous des barbares!” she calls out “Consumerism, stinking consumerism”, he wrote to her, full on, all languages confounded. Enjoy the bredele. Well, we told you we had something in…

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…

Murmur home.

I see the rising tide beneath the setting sun but the waves do not come crashing, tumbling down, spears at the ready for battle. No, they simply call and murmurrepeatedly, slinking around my feet, snaking, not unlike the kettle’s whistle when it welcomes the warmth of coffee, tea leaves, or the bottom of the cup….