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I wish not for you to be mine
Only to spend time together
And really, no matter whether
We do or do not cross the line,
Your voice is a welcomed jingle,
With your mind I wish to mingle,
Your daily presence is my joy,
To me it’s true, even if coy…
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And whilst this knowledge was among men conferred
It was by all women but one, inferred,
For she somehow knew in advance
What would, in the end, be their stance,
Whether she played a part in all this
Or kept her hands unsoiled by blood,
None will ever know for she drowns in a flood
Of passion and torment with a single kiss,
Any and all who rise against her will
Turning potential saviors ever still,
Her power is great, her wickedness greater;
Now of all our hearts she is the curator.
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C’est une fille de haute liesse, à prendre la vie en proue, hisser les heures à vive allure. Une femme libre de son essor, destinée à être maîtresse. Elle exècre son ombre, sa chaleur, sa voix. Ne supporte plus son odeur ni le bruit de sa vie. Une femme d’espace amoureux saturé de miel et d’ombres intimes, de fière approchée, de tressaillement secret. Elle s’obstine à embraser la neige, à interrompre le silence. Elle veut ne plus vouloir sans jamais vouloir ce qu’elle ne veut. A l’aigu de la fatigue elle vacille mais demeure debout. Elle crie son corps de partout. Brûle. Implore : aime moi. Elle est de ce qui croît, persiste et tient. Arpenteuse chargée du poids léger de l’amour. Elle dort. Et le monde alentour tait sa trépidante vigueur.
Texte court inspiré des écrits de Colette Nys-Mazure dans Singulières et plurielles, à base de phrases piochées ici et là et d’un soupçon de réécriture, pour dresser le portrait d’une femme.
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Come on move your body,
Baby shake your booty,
Throw your arms in the air,
Wave ’round your gorgeous hair,
Shout as loud as you can,
Sing and laugh like a fan,
Free yourself from shame, move!
In your soul, feel the groove!
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The sea is blue,
The port is small,
I think of you,
I hear you call;
The sky is wide,
The wind is warm,
Please be my guide,
I mean no harm;
The streets are calm,
Large slabs of stone,
Heart in my palm,
I roam alone.
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Home is where the heart is, home is where love resides,
Home is when we were young, home is when we have kids,
Home knows no preference, home knows no hate, no sides,
Home is where we are free, where no one things forbids,
Home is where we’re happy, where no one is hiding,
For home is our mother, always love providing,
Home is our inner self, who we are at our core,
Home is where we’re at peace, where no man is warring,
Home is where we’re living, which we sometimes ignore,
Home is our precious Earth and we should be caring!
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Oh can you see? I ask,
But that is not my meaning.
Oh can you understand
What I am going through?
For it should be your task
When you see me pleading,
For me, to take a stand
And to protect too, true?
Don’t wait until the mask
That I have been wearing
Ends up back in my hand.
For you will not construe
Until you see me bask
While others are bleeding,
The meaning I have planned…
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For ages we stood tall and proud,
On land, at sea and in the sky,
All of nature to humans bowed
But never did it satisfy.
So one day Man wondered how far
He could soar up in the heavens,
Above even the highest star?
Sadly, his sins, nothing leavens…
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A qui veut essayer l’art de la rhétorique
Sans autre pratique que celle du papier :
L’esprit de l’escalier t’attend sur le palier.
Car le mot juste et fort -poignard bien ascéré-
Se fait parfois retord et nous force à errer.
Comme le dit l’adage : la parole est d’argent mais le silence est d’or.
Plutôt que le partage de la verve, ces gens qui ne sont point cador,
Devraient donc s’abstenir sous peine de rougir.
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Might you know too this strange feeling?
When in the middle of a crowd
With such sheer liveliness bustling
And hundreds of voices so loud;
Walking through a sea of faces,
Going hundred different paces
But moving as one strange creature,
Thousand eyes and ears for feature…
Know you also this sensation?
In the heart of animation,
Surrounded by activity,
Lies purest anonymity.
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Tales of Ore 