lundi 27 février 2012

Poem about your face


I want to write poem about your face. Especially in the morning, when the light of the sun hit your face with an incredible sweetness. That’s the joy speaking, and a little of sadness too. It’s amazing what a ray of sunshine can do that I can’t. I would love to write poem about your face, but I can’t find the words that can even begin to describe you. I thought maybe a picture could complete what’s missing… but no, even that, even that can’t, because we never look like our pictures, it’s insane ! And I can’t compete with the sun.
I have words, lots of them actually, but what can I write ? You see there, that little sparkle in your eyes, there’s poetry here. Your smile ? Forget about that, even the sun can’t compete. I swear, when your swollen lips create that beautiful smile of yours, I swear there’s poetry here too. So maybe if not my words, but other ones ? Maybe Margaret Atwood’s, or E. E. Cumming’s ? But no, this is not written poetry, it’s floating poetry. And I can’t touch what’s impalpable, I can’t compete with that !
You have to trust me, I want to write poem about your face. Especially in the morning because of the light, but really, the light is just an excuse so that I can finally see what poetry is.

mercredi 25 janvier 2012

Because fire does not die

I discovered a text on Tumblr, it's anonymous, but I really like it. I don't know if it's religious or not, but the words and the feelings behind them are just beautiful.


"A world marches to the place where you were going, sister.
The songs of your mouth advance each day in the mouths of the glorious people that you loved.
Your heart was brave.

In the old kitchens of you country, on the dusty roads, something is said and passes on, something returns to the flame of your golden people, something awakes and sings.

There are your people, sister : those who today speak your name, we who from everywhere, from the water and the land, with your name leave unspoken and speak other names.
Because fire does not die."



lundi 2 janvier 2012

dimanche 1 janvier 2012

First day of 2012

Every person who knows me also knows that I'm in love with music, I'm obsessed with music. I'm always searching for a new band, a new sound to breathe with. Because the music I'm listening to is a reflection of myself, and not a day goes by without it.
These days are sad days and I don't even know why. Maybe it's called melancholia.
Anyway, here is a little list of songs I love the most :

VAST - She visits me : HERE
Joanna Newsom - The book of right-on : HERE
Birdy - The A team (cover of Ed Sheeran) : HERE
Gotye - Somebody that you used to know (ft. Kimbra) : HERE
Devendra Benhardt - Some people ride the wave : HERE
Everly brothers - All I have to do is dream : HERE
N-Dubz - The man who can't be moved (cover of The script) : HERE
Lauren O' Connell (w/ Ryan Lerman) - I belong to you : HERE
James Vincent McMorrow - If I had a boat : HERE

Now that we've established that I love music, you may know some other things about me :

1# - Today I've deleted my Facebook account.
I only posted some silly quotes and some music videos of singers I like so it's not a drama I'm not on Facebook anymore. And I was under the impression of being constantly judge. Maybe I'm a little paranoid but I don't feel the need to expose my life and to read other people's life. So I deleted my account, and it's for the best.

2# - I love typography.
I'm a little obsessed with it actually.


In fact I'm a little obsessed with many things I discovered over the years. Typography, mobile, Apple products, TV shows, scandinavian and swedish design, hands, music...
I'll get a new desk in about 2 or 3 weeks, so I'll post some pictures of my little but charming flat.

It's all for now. See ya !

samedi 31 décembre 2011

But you are young

I'm finishing this new year listening to a James Vincent McMorrow's song called Follow you down to the read oak tree, which is a truly beautiful song. A little sad but that's alright, we need to be sad from time to time.
I don't need to resume 2011, this year sucked like the others, and in a weird way. But again, it's alright, life is made of weird things and we survive anyway. 2012 will be no different, and the only thing I'm sure of is that things will change over the year, as it always had.

So have a nice first day of 2012, and get back to work !



"See I have not, I have not grown cold
I have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young"