poetician

Everyone of us is here because we had a mother. Praise all you mothers You are as no others Raising boys even as they are men Make them good fathers Their own story’s authors The sequel told through your

All our yesterdays will gather where The next tomorrow anticipates Till the count of twenty Pleased to make tomorrow wait Stars the fog feathers asleep The sun pecks at the morn Stills the count at twenty

 Tout nos hiers accumulent D’ou demain étend sa main Portant à coeur une nuit blanche Saisi en comptant jusqu’à vingt Les étoiles dans une brume dissipent Le soleil au travers revient Ombrage frissonne

Depuis des années je souligne que la vérité en parole et en écrit manifeste la géométrie. Il m'a fallu environs trois ans en étapes déconnecté pour aboutir avec cette version.

While in this prolonged silence between a whisper and your ear embarrassed to repentance to have desired you appear Yet silence is a measure of many ways to say these words would be my pleasure if only

Silence is a language between sea and shore the tide awash with memories of rusted wrecks in foreign fjords Silence is a language between snow and ice blanketing the spawning ground never the same way