A french poem

[debaser]

A french poem (with translation post 12)

Ainsi sommes-nous creusés d'ondes et de silences
Réceptacles obscurs d'une offensive errance

Comment te faire comprendre la vanité du cri
La fêlure lancinante qui te courbe quand tu pries?

Écoute, regarde, pénètre l'objet que l'Autre incarne dans ton cœur
Car il est seul présent, éternel et unique

Et lorsque tu te sens en marge des Tropiques
Faisons l'Amour lentement, je te regarde, Âme Sœur

 

[kytnism]

can i please request a english translation (where possible) of this text, lou?

the french language, kindred to latin is so beautiful to me.

im interested to know the content of beauty.

...kytnism...

ps. pardon my ignorance, but i gathered there was something regarding a destination and perhaps love?

 

[debaser]

Hi kytnism, yes it's about love

I will do a translation, gimme two or three days. And thanks for the kind words

 

[panic in paradise]

Beautiful loulou...couldnt resist!



Parmi l'atmosphère; sérénité, il n'y a pas la mesure entre l'un et l'autre

Entre chacun autre vit une vie

Une présence aucun homme

et aucunes femmes peuvent posséder

L'espérance; ils le tiennent

Ils le gardent

Et là le fait existe seulement, mon frère existe, librement.

 

[debaser]

Ow how kind of you pip

And nice poem, is it from you?

 

[Pagey]

Love it makes me think of Rimbaud.

 

[debaser]

Salut Pagey, merci

I'm working on the translation

 

[panic in paradise]

Ow how kind of you pip

And nice poem, is it from you?

yes, a poem from me, although, each story has a third prospective.

 

[debaser]

Nice

I especially like the last sentence (well, as always with poems ).

"Et là le fait existe seulement, mon frère existe, librement."

 

[pk.]

waiting for the translation!

 

[debaser]

Yes yes, I'll translate it when I have my drugs refilled, so by sunday it'll be done

 

[debaser]

Translation:

So are we delved in waves and silences
Dark receptacles of an aggressive wandering

How to make you understand the vanity of the call
The throbbing crack that bends you when you pray

Listen, look, penetrate the object the other in your heart incarnates
For it's the only one, unique and eternal

And when you feel yourself sidelines of the tropics
Let's slowly make love, looking at you, soul sister

 

[kytnism]

lou, thankyou for taking the time to translate the text to english; as suspected the words are absolutely beautiful.

i love it

...kytnism...

 

[debaser]

Oh thank you kytnism, I'm so much pleased by your kind words

See you for the next poem (in english, this time)

 

[pk.]

Bump for English version =)

Masterfully written.

 

[debaser]

bro

I like you and all that (an your poem is fucking cool ffs), but don't hijack my thred pls

create a new one

 

[horsrider]

Ah, ok.I was not about to hijack, i'm just not used with forums and in my mind I was thinking(sincerely) that if the name of the tread is "cactus growing" for example, it means that anyon can write on there about cactus growing. I'l delete my message.

 

[debaser]

Thanks bro, sorry I wuz a bit high, but I appreciate it

(Please do open your new thread with your poem in!) Fantastic read, so come on and post that back

EDIT: nah bro, now that I'm thinking of it, you can post back your poem in here That makes more sense. Sorry for the hassle

 

[horsrider]

C'est le bluez
De ce bus de malheur
Avec sur les fenetres
des fleurs
peintes
...Ce bus roule a l'Aquazole...
Je me sens dans une camisole de
force
C'est le bluez
Des faux sourires
C'est le bluez des overdoses
Et des aiguilles qui
cassent dans les veines
C'est le bluez de nos sourires
edentees
Et de nos dents pourries
Avec lesquelles on continue
D'arracher

Ainsi va la vida
Ainsi va la vie
Comme un coup de
Lame sur les veines
Comme un jet de sperme
Sur le lit

 

[horsrider]

Yeh Louou, everething ok, I just had a lot of job last days and the life in Moldova is a beat hard,the poorest country in Europe...Besides of all still I'm feeling the consequencies of my heroin addiction;in Moldova there is no medecine at all to help.no subutex -nothing. Better I will concentrate on poetry.