Dans le sens des aiguilles d'une montre / Clockwise (2012 - French translation)

Dans le sens des aiguilles d'une montre

J'ai vu
Leur enfance
S'envoler
Comme un oiseau impatient
Pressé
Par une horloge hâtive
Courant trop vite

Laissant
La magie
À un passé
Qui me semble pourtant
Etre encore au présent

La course vers
Un premier envol
Le temps
Traître
Insidieusement
Nous avait rattrapés
Ailleurs
Si occupés
Avec ce combat fou
Luttant
Si durement

Mais
Toujours
Cette nécessité
Vitale et réciproque
D'un baiser
Sur le front
D'une étreinte sucrée
Consoler
Quelques mots drôles
Respirer
Se sentir vivant
Et voir un sourire
Un signal
De renaissance
Depuis l'obscurité
Une berceuse
Pour calmer
Les craintes
L'invincible
Sang
Qui circule
Par-delà les kilomètres
Au-delà du Silence
Puissant
Et Serein
De Elles à moi
De moi à Elles

Clockwise

I have seen
Their childhood
Fly away
Like an impatient bird

Hastened
By a hurried clock
Beating too fast

Leaving
The magic
To a past
That yet
Looks like
Present

The run
Toward
An early flight

Traitor
Time
Insidiously
Had caught us
Elsewhere
So busy
With this crazy Fight
Struggling so hard

Still
The vital
Reciprocal
Necessity
Of A kiss
On the forehead
A sweet hug
To comfort
Some Funny words
To take a breath
To feel alive
And see a smile
Of Revival
A signal
Of rebirth
Out of the Dark

A lullaby
To calm down
The fears
The invincible
Blood
Flowing
Across the miles
Beyond Silence
Powerful
And Serene
From them to me
From me to them

The Sehnsucht poems (5) - Flying

Flying
In your sky
Over
A thousand miles 
Away 
From here

Unfolding my  wings 
To undo
The darkness
Of your soul

To annihilate
The tiredness
Of your limbs
In the hollow
Of my loving breath

To spread water
Where there is thirst
A fountain
Of singing raindrops

To caress
To transport
To smile
To run 
Run 
Run 
To you
In your trail
In your scent
In your danse

Your footsteps
Merged with mine
Melting
Into a thousand 
Scorched lands

In a lightning

Warmth in the belly
Unspeakable 
Dizziness 
On the skin
Striking blows 
In the agonizing heart 

No breath
Without your breath
Half breath
Half life
In a full vision
Kissing
The lightness
Of your exhausted feet
Gently resting
Upon my chest

A million years of wait
Swallowed
With fear
In the smashed stomach
Constantly
Transfigured
By the sacred alchemy
The eternal bliss
Of our twin souls
The familiar wilderness
Blossoming upon our lips

Peace
At last 
Your smile
My Home

Salt and Honey

My lonely hands
Have looked for him
For ages
Through twisted trembling roads
and dark damned silent nights
Until
They finally reached
The treasure
Of his soul
Drinking the world
In a thirst of insatiable
Wonder

His kisses
A taste
Of salt and honey

His voice
A wave of
Oneness

His warmth
A poetry
Which my lips 
Will never can tell
Or translate
The beauty

My companero
With golden lips

A recognition
A blessing

My soul
Immediately knew
How to love you
Your familiar taste
My fingers
My arms
My lips
Meeting you
Beyond the horizon
Beyond time and bewilderment
The perfect golden gift
Beyond the clouds and the mountains
Beyond the anonymous airports
And their silent departure lounges
Full of shiver and pre-enjoyment
The flavor of 
The 'almost there'
A volcano
Nested in the hollow of the belly
A sacred thread
unwound towards you
The unique way to go
The unique way to be
Calmly
And transfigured
By love
And in the longing for
The only harbour 
Of your arms

The Sehnsucht poems (4) - Distended Time

Time
Distended
Distorted
Elastic
And thick
Frightening
In its motionless
Silence
An emptiness
Until
Reaching again
Its intuitive 
Familiar
Unlimitedness

Its mystery
Wrapping us
In its almighty 
Wings

Time
Without you
A distressed clock
Standing in front of
Eternity

A daily 
Turn of the screw
In the belly
An endless wait
Of broken hours
Holding on 
To the certainty
Of your loving smile