Healing wounds of wisdom, lashing up good grief
Foundation for human nature is to match with relief
Contradictions and inflictions filling up the air
Certain evocations thrill some friends with fear

My dusty soul’s a moanin’, my bitter heart asleep
Spare room for my yawning, a monster’s mind to sweep.

Hence an instant pleasure, valid words can tell
About lonely days of leisure, things within’we know so well
Petrified by memories, a golden course I crossed
Bringing back the energy, visualizing plans I temporarily lost.

My dusty soul’s a moanin’, my bitter heart asleep
Spare room for my yawning, a master’s mind to keep.

Guerrir les blessures de la sagesse, exiter le bon chagrin
Fondation pour la nature humaine est pouvoir ‘s entendre avec le soulagement
Petrifiees par des memoires, j ‘ai croche un course d’or
Retournee l’energie, visualiser des plans j’ai perdus temporellement

96/97/05


Drag On

Drag on, drag me down
On this windy road
That leads to your part of town
Drag on, drag me down
Set my heart afloat
But, please, don’t make me drown

I ceased to exist in your world
Time will tell if it’s too late (to re relate)
You gave me reason for living
So it would be more than a fair trade (for me to wait)

Drag on, drag me down
On this windy road
That leads to your part of town
Drag on, drag me down
Set my heart afloat
But, please, don’t make me drown

I failed to resist all your charms
Completely depending on you (what will you do)
You neglected my desperate calls
Leave me no answers, not a clue (still I stay true)

Drag on, drag me down
On this windy road
That leads to your part of town
Drag on, drag me down
Set my heart afloat
But, please, don’t make me drown

I crashed after leaving your world
Convinced but still afraid (to re relate)

12-01-2005


Saint of Sorrow

Never reason to doubt my intentions or question that I’m true to you
But since it became substantial I almost died realising that we’re through
In front of me uncertainty, survival of those solitary days
To miss you baby feels like nothing else, leaves a broken heart and a frozen face.

Called yourself a saint of sorrow, visionary of a kind
Protector of the weak and tortured, but mainly to sanctify your own mind
What about the love that we shared, was it worth all the pain?

Part of me died when we separated, but broken hearts can melt, frozen faces crack
Primarily it’s accepting notion of different directions and pick up the right track
Just behind me insanity, betrayal in a secondary phase
To miss you baby feels like nothing else, except being the man you had to erase

Called yourself a saint of sorrow, visionary of a kind
Protector of the weak and tortured, but mainly to sanctify your own mind
What about the love that we shared, was it worth all the pain?
Eight years of my life I cared, was it all in vain?

To miss you baby feels like nothing else…………………..

24-02-05


November 2

November 2, 2004, one grey and awful morning, we lost somebody
Who’s not living anymore, but will be alive forever.
Our generous friend, implacable foe to a minority, but always on the
Barricades of debate, got slaughtered by another selftitled soldier of allah, who was
Fighting his holy war in the dark and primitive holes of a megalomanic mind.
Why this little hearted big hearted man, father of a son, talk of the town, columnist on line.A majority of people miss him more than they can, this autodidactical cinephile, director of films, director of lives like mine.
Life will never be the same, without your motivation.
That ink-black day of November took the light out of our lives
Made future insecure forever
Our mental coach, sensual fool to his own oddity who always provoked to liberate
Got killed by an exponent of low life in a western Walhalla, who stayed alive himself
Thus failed to reach the state of martyrhood, while his victim became an icon in his own right.
Life will never be the same, without your stimulation
Now you’re directing from the heart, caused by your assassination
Life will never be the same, without your motivation
Now you’re directing from our hearts, caused by your assassination
Life will never be the same, without your stimulation
Now you’re directing from our hearts, based on our own imagination.

02-05


Clarity I guess

I ain’t seeking no thrills
I’m not amused by entertainment
It’s the clarity that kills
Any honesty of my amazement
Just searched for rest
Peace of mind, a little enlightenment
Instead I’ve got chaos, been blind
Lost all interest and excitement

Thoughts and words, drenched in misery
Still have love, no hope, I’m fighting for my dignity
A mid-love crisis seems hard to reverse
Especially in this state of confusion of the whole universe

Contemplated more or less
I’m not excused for disengagement
It’s absurdity I guess, to fall free
In an unsettled re arrangement
If life’s more than a test
Meaning will go beyond any kind of statement
It’s the clarity I guess, that killed
Any honesty of my amazement

Thoughts and words, drenched in misery
Still have love, no hope, I’m fighting for my dignity
A mid-love crisis seems hard to reverse
Especially in this state of confusion of the whole universe

Still have love, no hope, it’s the clarity that kills
Love no hope, it’s the clarity I guess, love no hope

05-04-2005

Treasure Lost and Found

I lost somebody who’s still alive, can’t live without her
Supposed to be my woman and my wife, could’nt do else
Then thinking about her

Can’t escape my feelings, feelings that have been hurt
Still I die for reaction, she gave me nothing, not a single word

Imprisoned in her judgement, entangled by her speech
Once adored forever abandoned, no space for me within’her reach
I found myself still a living man, can’t live without me
Supposed to be your lover and your man, please set my loaded heart free.

Can’t deny my feelings, feelings that still count
I offer you affection, be your treasure lost and found.

05-01-05


Excluded from the heart

I’m driving on the echoes of the past
No longer curious to the sound of your voice
Minding my own way, and I’m driving fast
Far away from you, who left me no choice

I went down on my knees
Right at your front door
Crying baby, baby, please
Don’t lock me out no more
Hard as you could be
You threw me out of your life
I went back on my feet
And just vanished in the night
To make it right

Why do I hurt myself, by letting you in
In my system in my soul
What more for you and me to win
Then love, our ultimate goal
Death of our closest associate
Undoubtedly made us part
We are shocked forever
Just one thing I couldn’t overcome
Being excluded from your heart

I’m still driving, no food, no sleep
Thinking about snake tales for dragon
And a solemn promise I have to keep
Redefining what’s good and what is bad
But finally finding out that no one beats the dead

Hard as you could be
You threw me out of your life
I went down on my knees
Right at your front door
Being excluded from the heart

06-01-2005


Love you One in a Million

Love you one in a million
You’re sensual and exciting, perfect company to glamourise
Don’t just remember the fuzzing and fighting
In our love no compromise.
Love you out of a million
You’re assertive, full of desire to fly instantly to paradise
But your enduring spit of fire called
My black mamba’s bite to paralyse.
Love you one in a million

24/03- 11&14/04-05


Painted Words

To understand everything, even the tree with figurehead gaze.
The tree loved by lizards and creepers even fire even the blind man.
To unite wing and dew, heart and cloud, day and night
Window and lane of everywhere.
To do away with the wry face of zero
Which tomorrow will be rolling in money.
To cut short the mincing airs of the giants, nurtured by themselves.
To see all eyes reflected in all others eyes. To see all eyes as fine
As what they see absorbing waters.
For us to smile, at having been hot at having been cold
At having been hungry at having been thirsty.
For talking to be as generous as kissing.
To mingle bather and river, crystal and storm dancer
Daybreak and the season of breasts, desires and childhood’s good behaviour.
To give woman, alone and meditative, the form of caresses she has dreamed of.
For the deserts to be in the shadow, instead of being in my shadow.
Giving my own, giving my right.

Paul Eluard.


Le chant du cygne du serpent

Se repete un grand film noir
Avec sa grande fin sans espoir
C’est l’histoire de la vie claire
Et de la mort obscure

Danseant le vrai mambo, c’est vous qui me surprise
Changeant pour le samba, des pas perdus exquise

C’est le chant, le chant du cygne du serpent

Tu representes une femme exotique
Furieuse, scandaleuse et fantastique
Je represente un homme tres charmant
Avec une attaque et une signature d’un serpent

C’est le chant, le chant du cygne du serpent

Se repete un grand film noir
Avec sa grande fin sans espoir
Cést l’histoire de la vie claire
Et de la mort obscure

C’est le chant du cygne du serpent
Et le serpent rit
Il rit au bord des larmes
Pour depenser follement son amour et son charme

21-04-2005


New Skin

I don’t play a part in your plans for the future
But I wonder how you look back to the past
Now I continue my art gave you a place that suits ya
Went down under fully aware that love would last

I should be thankful, you let me go

I stuck in hallucinations when I think of our holidays in France
Always disastrous but full of precious moments
Of that pretty couple we were at once

I’ve got a new skin, metamorphosized from within’
I’ve got a new skin

How deep could your love have been our finest hour passed by
Without knowing exactly why and where
We missed opportunities growing

I’ve got a new skin, oh yes, I’ve got a new skin

How deep could your love have been our finest hour passed by
Without knowing exactly why and where
We missed opportunities growing

I should be grateful you let me go

I’ve got a new skin, metamorphosized from within’
I’ve got a new skin

18/21-04-2005