la pluie bleue s'abat sur mon corps
les larmes bleues s'abattent sur son cœur

les gouttes de sang du vin du caucase
auront eu raison de nous et de nos vêtements

je l’ai brandi mais il ne l'a pas discerné
le drapeau blanc, celui que haut j’agitais
le soir, la nuit, lorsque nous aimions nous retrouver

il n’aura connu que guerres et conflits ;
        la pathologie de son esprit

le bruit des canons n'aura cessé de masquer
        la mélodie douce de ses baisers

quant à ma poésie et à mon fusil rempli de
        pansements et de mots tendres
        mouillés par ma tristesse pour lui
il les a ignorés, puis regrettés

désormais sa plaie rouge est grande ouverte
écrites en cyrillique, je reçois ses lettres
« mon cœur te pleure, il saigne pour toi
je ne souhaite qu'une dernière chose :
la trêve à tes côtés »

I would make love to Her from the dawn of the night to its midst,
And the remain of the red wine on the edge of her lips
I will imbibe it until the last sip, my hands on her hips.

August again, had brought a burning heat in Central Asia
The Month had struck her skin, Summer lover
And here I am softening her tanning with my fingers
Once the sun finally had hidden His face late in the evening
Crepuscular rays through the white clouds of the desert
Accentuating the deepest green of her irises
—
We are two naked bodies in the room,
I am distracted by her exotic bloom

Since the fruit of our growing love appear to us as a salvation
We will consume each other's dripping heart with passion

And yet the region is going through a drought,
The life we create by the union of our bodies, is abundant
We'll be immortal,
One another, triumphant

à chaque approche de                chaque saison
je me reproche de ne pas           être dans le pays qui m’a vu naître
les saisons me rappellent le      cercle infini de sa beauté éphémère
quand je me trouve dans           l'hémisphère inversé
comme miroir antithétique       de ma terre originelle
un jour, comme parfois              j'y retournerai pour adoucir mes souvenirs

les feuilles jaunâtres et orangées qui s'entassent naturellement près des trottoirs
les premiers flocons de neige de la saison qui embellissent les monuments historiques
les températures qui accompagnent nos paroles de condensation
les chaudes journées d'avril qui réchauffent le cœur et nos idéaux
celles qui nous font ressortir les t-shirts à manches courtes et
les premières brûlures de soleil
les feux de cheminée dans la maison qui m'a vu grandir et partir

mes amis sédentaires et mes amours laissés derrière
le visage, le sourire, la bienveillance de ma mère
les discours de mon père m'expliquant que
le sud, c'est mieux
les métros et les RER
les sapins dits de Noël que sans trop savoir pourquoi nous continuons de vêtir
croissants et raclette, les plats de ma grand-mère
les musées et les parcs de la ville lumière
les vacances à la mer
bien que ce soit un océan
bouteilles de vin et savoureuses bières
bref, ma terre qui pour toujours me sera chère

you liked art, photography and poetry
silence and calm music that makes you blue
breathed slowly and felt
deeply conflicted with the outside world
i should have known better —
your melancholy would be as palpable as
mine,
to love you would deepen my own sorrows
like endlessly falling together into sadness and depression

with nothing to hold on to but each other
sweet demons.
poisonous intentions

In the Outback I walk and the words fade away.
Because my words are only weak and my emotions compelling.

I follow my own road to the Absolute
Connected to the Earth, I sleep on its soil
Connected to the Stars, I sleep beneath
Connected to the Planet, I am a small but complete part of it.

I feel transcended. Words are powerless but I speak and write.
I meet Enchanters and Enchantresses.
But also Sorcerers and Sorceresses.
They live in such suffocating ways when the answer is Out there.

I am an Alien in a world of migrants
I am an Outlander and yet I, embrace the land

Words are Wrong. Words are Wrong.
When my emotions deepen into my Self.
I want to explain but I am unable

And Silence is my Emperor, Tears my Empress
Because my Tears Speak louder than my Words.
My eyes are shut and my face a Stone
My tears shed abundantly, they roll down my cheeks
Fall down to the ground, fall down to the Earth
And I grow, extend my vision.
Spread my Wisdom and share my Trust

I am sorrowful when I understand that they don’t understand
Because they live a Lie and therefore my sorrow is profound
I walk among Them and around me there are towers that are noisy
Screens that are too bright
I look around and they walk fast to the Nowhere disguised as a Destination
A Destiny, a Fate. Death.
I hear them whispering and their words and sentences are blaring
They want to be heard, they want to be seen, they want to leave something behind
But they destroy.

And I face the fact. Because I don’t hide and bury the Truth
But I leave for the Outback and I walk
The snakes are hissing but they are less dangerous than the established societies
When they attack and release their precious venom, you know
But people in cities die slowly and quietly.
Their breath is taken away discreetly
The Planet cries because of them and they complain because they drown
And I, try to keep my head afloat

So this is my ultimate transcendence.
I give my last Words to Wayne before I continue my travels
I see the faces of the persons who helped me
I see the faces of the persons that I have loved.
There is plenty of them.
I wish I can confide in them about my deepest emotions but I am unable
They would have to penetrate my Self.
Which is impossible.

I do not want to share who I am since the parts of me that I can share are inaccurate.
Sharing is often vain.
So I give in to Nature, the Absolute, Me
I do not need Words if I do not know how to use them
I can not sing them, I can not write them as I wish I could
Why that?
Because I only feel them. I sense them. The emotions.
They are given to me unexplained
And I, can not interpret them to express them to someone who did not feel them.
That’s why I’m an Foreigner, an Outsider
And my relations are a bias.
Distorted because I give a Name to sensations that are nameless

Therefore I do not define.
I wander, with inaudible footsteps and presence
I see, hear and observe as if I had no tongue
As if I was a ghost.

As if I was a ghost.

Je m'endors bercé par la douceur de la mer noire
Provocatrice
Après les tempêtes et le déluge
Le chaos des vagues déferlantes
Dévastatrices
Et pourtant,
Apaisantes
Qu'est-ce que la nuit me réserve ?

Les deux veulent le meilleur l'une pour l'autre,
mais apparaissent incapables de se l'offrir.

Je demande, pourquoi ?

⥌

The two of them want the best for one another,
and yet appear incapable to offer it to each other.

I ask, why?