Miroir miroir
Dans tes yeux je lis
Le noir et la vie
Le reflet soudain
D’une joie sans fin
La beauté du soir
L’éphémère jour
Le temps passoire
Et l’espace qui court
Miroir miroir
Dans tes yeux je lis
Une âme qui jouit
De l’espoir infini
Une lumière jaillit
Et mon cœur sourit…
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Liberty by Paul Eluard - (translation) Erato's Fav Poem
Paul Eluard
in Poésies et vérités 1942
Ed. de Minuit, 1942
Liberty
On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name
On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name
On the jungle the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name
On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name
On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name
On the fields the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name
On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name
On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name
On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name
On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name
On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name
On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name
On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name
On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name
By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you
LIBERTY
in Poésies et vérités 1942
Ed. de Minuit, 1942
Liberty
On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name
On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name
On the jungle the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name
On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name
On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name
On the fields the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name
On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name
On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name
On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name
On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name
On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name
On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name
On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name
On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name
By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you
LIBERTY
Christmas by Erato
I was working at the restaurant
Roast carrot and coconut soup serving
Started snowing…
White flakes dropping
Like doves’ feathers
Everything went slowlier
Earth seemed lighter
Elevating itself
Cotton cocoon
« I’ll have a black coffee »
« Americano ? »
« Black coffee »
« Double espresso ? »
« Black Coffee »
« Yes sure »…Smile and nod
Black, white, on the side…
On my break
Went for a three scoops ice cream
The creamy unctuous smooth white one
They call it vanilla
It is not
Reminds me of summer taste in Greece
Though the waitress tells me
It comes from a dairy
In Devon
Whatever…
Smile and nod.
It all started with some snow falling…
Roast carrot and coconut soup serving
Started snowing…
White flakes dropping
Like doves’ feathers
Everything went slowlier
Earth seemed lighter
Elevating itself
Cotton cocoon
« I’ll have a black coffee »
« Americano ? »
« Black coffee »
« Double espresso ? »
« Black Coffee »
« Yes sure »…Smile and nod
Black, white, on the side…
On my break
Went for a three scoops ice cream
The creamy unctuous smooth white one
They call it vanilla
It is not
Reminds me of summer taste in Greece
Though the waitress tells me
It comes from a dairy
In Devon
Whatever…
Smile and nod.
It all started with some snow falling…
Journey by Erato
Life is a wavy journey
Awakening to the appreciation
Balancing the pink with the grey
Day after day
Enjoying the spell of one sunshine ray :
The warm smile in the eyes of the old lady- while I'm waiting for the bus
The three girls having a wee laugh- not caring about anything
The little boy playing with air, gently- in his own funny world
One day I woke up in the desert- Emptiness
Feeling full of anxiety and loneliness
Where was the salvatory string
I used to cling
Myself am I thus keeping
My brain not working but just following ?
I closed my eyes
Opened my senses
Recognised the smell of the sea in the blowing wind
Listened to the tree leaves whispering a secret centuries old
And found faith in the elementary peace
Of mind.
I became aware of 'me', here and now
Hearing not that far away symphony
Called 'Life's Journey'.
The puzzle is not set
Each day a new piece
Sometimes my own shadow scares me still…
Je ne connais pas le fin mot de l’histoire
Mais je crois en une destinée et ses multiples trajectoires
Prendre les choses comme elles vont
Croire en l’Amour en tant que tel
Moteur universel
De paix avec soi
De paix avec l’Autre
Suivre son chemin
Tracé par son instinct
Life is an everyday journey.
Awakening to the appreciation
Balancing the pink with the grey
Day after day
Enjoying the spell of one sunshine ray :
The warm smile in the eyes of the old lady- while I'm waiting for the bus
The three girls having a wee laugh- not caring about anything
The little boy playing with air, gently- in his own funny world
One day I woke up in the desert- Emptiness
Feeling full of anxiety and loneliness
Where was the salvatory string
I used to cling
Myself am I thus keeping
My brain not working but just following ?
I closed my eyes
Opened my senses
Recognised the smell of the sea in the blowing wind
Listened to the tree leaves whispering a secret centuries old
And found faith in the elementary peace
Of mind.
I became aware of 'me', here and now
Hearing not that far away symphony
Called 'Life's Journey'.
The puzzle is not set
Each day a new piece
Sometimes my own shadow scares me still…
Je ne connais pas le fin mot de l’histoire
Mais je crois en une destinée et ses multiples trajectoires
Prendre les choses comme elles vont
Croire en l’Amour en tant que tel
Moteur universel
De paix avec soi
De paix avec l’Autre
Suivre son chemin
Tracé par son instinct
Life is an everyday journey.
7 Deadly Sins by Erato
I have to confess
I do
Sin
A little bit everyday
A little bit more
A little bit less
Half wooden red half creamy white
A human being
Indeed
I am.
I do
Sin
A little bit everyday
A little bit more
A little bit less
Half wooden red half creamy white
A human being
Indeed
I am.
Memories by Erato
Memories of another time
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing
Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.
Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing
Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.
Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies
Ocean by Erato
I was sixteen
California. Summer. Brown skin.
Turquoise bathing suit.
Sand. Sun. Wind. Salt. Ice cream.
Waiting for Godot my reading.
Marlboro light white filters smoking.
Blowing in the wind listening-
the Joan Baez version.
Slowly entering
Stopped breathing
Easy to lose feet
Balance at risk
The sense of danger
The excitement of releasing
Moving holy force
Constant sound of waves. At daze.
One day and the eternity
I, a mortal facing the infinity.
(picture:Grey Marine by Alex Katz)
California. Summer. Brown skin.
Turquoise bathing suit.
Sand. Sun. Wind. Salt. Ice cream.
Waiting for Godot my reading.
Marlboro light white filters smoking.
Blowing in the wind listening-
the Joan Baez version.
Slowly entering
Stopped breathing
Easy to lose feet
Balance at risk
The sense of danger
The excitement of releasing
Moving holy force
Constant sound of waves. At daze.
One day and the eternity
I, a mortal facing the infinity.
(picture:Grey Marine by Alex Katz)
Memories by Erato
Memories of another time
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing
Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.
Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing
Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.
Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies
Harmony by Erato
I had a precise idea on how harmony
Should be
A well paid work a house and a guy probably called Johnny
Shopping on Tuesday and Saturday out for a movie
Resembling an iced image my society
Had chosen and frozen for me
Symmetry
Trinity
Illusion of balance
But I’m like the tightrope walker
Sometimes tempted to get back to the previous equation
No thinking and no emotion
I realized what harmony is about
No should and no fight
Between my different me
Let things be
Following a natural destiny
Of elements that might look like anarchy
But that reveal the inner be
In a funny unique geometry.
Should be
A well paid work a house and a guy probably called Johnny
Shopping on Tuesday and Saturday out for a movie
Resembling an iced image my society
Had chosen and frozen for me
Symmetry
Trinity
Illusion of balance
But I’m like the tightrope walker
Sometimes tempted to get back to the previous equation
No thinking and no emotion
I realized what harmony is about
No should and no fight
Between my different me
Let things be
Following a natural destiny
Of elements that might look like anarchy
But that reveal the inner be
In a funny unique geometry.
Joy by Erato
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collections of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillité
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue colour
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collections of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillité
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue colour
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Unrequited Love by Erato
I fell in love …
With Unrequited Love
I am afraid because the day I’ll get tired of him I’ll truly fall in love
Big trouble
Once a wise man told me a Spanish proverb on unrequited love
That stated what follows: it is the most beautiful pure ever lasting one
Because it never scrubs itself to cruel reality. Indeed it sits on a soft fantasy.
It never dies, remains undamaged, unsullied. Whole and Holy.
No disillusion. One to one conversation.
Perfect. No surprise. “La bêtise, c’est d’être surpris”
Unrequited love reveals the quest of an ideal:
The dance between sun and moon
They never encounter but in a way live together
And form the harmonious union:
Love me love me not
Je t’aime…Moi non plus.
The day the one I think I love unrequitedly will love me back
Big trouble. Big surprise.
That day I will agree that two can make one
That day I will grow up and be able to face
That day I will open myself to risks
Burning my wings
Of sorrow dying
That day I’ll give and accept the giving
Back.
Full circle. Like a ring.
With Unrequited Love
I am afraid because the day I’ll get tired of him I’ll truly fall in love
Big trouble
Once a wise man told me a Spanish proverb on unrequited love
That stated what follows: it is the most beautiful pure ever lasting one
Because it never scrubs itself to cruel reality. Indeed it sits on a soft fantasy.
It never dies, remains undamaged, unsullied. Whole and Holy.
No disillusion. One to one conversation.
Perfect. No surprise. “La bêtise, c’est d’être surpris”
Unrequited love reveals the quest of an ideal:
The dance between sun and moon
They never encounter but in a way live together
And form the harmonious union:
Love me love me not
Je t’aime…Moi non plus.
The day the one I think I love unrequitedly will love me back
Big trouble. Big surprise.
That day I will agree that two can make one
That day I will grow up and be able to face
That day I will open myself to risks
Burning my wings
Of sorrow dying
That day I’ll give and accept the giving
Back.
Full circle. Like a ring.
Dream by Erato
I have a dream
A naive house, an orange lover, a gentle sun beam
A wild garden, a wide open window
A spacious bathroom, a whispering willow
And making cheese cakes for the local market on Sunday
In the nearest small city suspended on a valley.
I got ya! I’m joking.
………………………………
Not really
My dream tastes a bit of reality
A naive house, an orange lover, a gentle sun beam
A wild garden, a wide open window
A spacious bathroom, a whispering willow
And making cheese cakes for the local market on Sunday
In the nearest small city suspended on a valley.
I got ya! I’m joking.
………………………………
Not really
My dream tastes a bit of reality
City by Erato
I am in the bus at the red stop
I see people in a café
Talking-of their life threads
From the outside I witness
like soap bubbles floating in the air
Bits of stories gathered in one place
The city
Emotions frozen
Eye contacts
Smiles touching
Thoughts colliding
at one point
once upon a time
The city is all about cutting across
The other felt human soul…
A landscape of lives
I see people in a café
Talking-of their life threads
From the outside I witness
like soap bubbles floating in the air
Bits of stories gathered in one place
The city
Emotions frozen
Eye contacts
Smiles touching
Thoughts colliding
at one point
once upon a time
The city is all about cutting across
The other felt human soul…
A landscape of lives
Rhythm by Erato
Rythme d’une vie brisée
Bancale
Elle s’est mise à boiter
De sa fenêtre, les matins d’hiver
Elle peut voir les feuilles
Encore fragilement accrochées
Danser, frétiller comme des poissons
Au rythme d’un vent tourbillon
Elle n’a pas le son
C’est un film muet
L’histoire ? Les saisons qui passent
Et sa vie qu’elle voit dérouler
Sans que rien ne dépasse
Car son monde à elle s’est figé
Dans la larme de son cœur
Un soir d’été
Sa vie est condamnée
À courir après le printemps
Un renouveau de sentiments
Mais sa lumière ressemble
À celle d’un automne à Copenhague
Qui décline doucement
Vers la solitude du moi
Les feuilles seront balayées
Et poussière je redeviendrai
Tributaire du vent
Je retrouverai la liberté
D’un rythme insensé.
Bancale
Elle s’est mise à boiter
De sa fenêtre, les matins d’hiver
Elle peut voir les feuilles
Encore fragilement accrochées
Danser, frétiller comme des poissons
Au rythme d’un vent tourbillon
Elle n’a pas le son
C’est un film muet
L’histoire ? Les saisons qui passent
Et sa vie qu’elle voit dérouler
Sans que rien ne dépasse
Car son monde à elle s’est figé
Dans la larme de son cœur
Un soir d’été
Sa vie est condamnée
À courir après le printemps
Un renouveau de sentiments
Mais sa lumière ressemble
À celle d’un automne à Copenhague
Qui décline doucement
Vers la solitude du moi
Les feuilles seront balayées
Et poussière je redeviendrai
Tributaire du vent
Je retrouverai la liberté
D’un rythme insensé.
Joy by Erato
Joy
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collocations of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillite
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue color
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collocations of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillite
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue color
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
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