La lumiere et ses ombres, Ed. Jacques Bremond, France, 2006
enroulement du continu
elle aspire immobile
tournant sur elle-même
angles aveuglés
rotation perpétuelle
arrachement à soi
spire après spire
les syncopes ne s'opposent plus au continu
tourbillon respire
dans son mouvement
ondulant
boucle infinie
voyelle inaccomplie
autour de l'axe du vertige renversé
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
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