The world in an illuminator - the world in a window, or simply behind blue eyes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW46h-evD8E

Se dédique au futur médecin                    

 dont les chaussettes noires séjourent    

depuis pas mal du temps chez moi...

Des non-invitées –

Toute une armée! –

 Sont juste à côté

De moi bien plongées!

Logées et lavées,

 Au chaud préservées,

 Elles semblent aimer

 L´espace occuper.

 ¨Que ça soit vite,

Je vous invite:

Allez le voir,

 Mes pauvres noires!¨

Mais les voilà –

Elles n´écoutent pas!

Et bien obstinées,

 Elles refusent à bouger…

Alors je me permets,

ô, Anton´s chaussettes,

 Vot´chef contacter

 Et lui expliquer:

 ¨J´suis hors espoir:

A vomis l´armoire!

Ayez pitié,

Son stomac soignez!¨

La fée rouge

Once upon a time, in the town of Tours...

I’m certain you have at least once heart about Peter Pan and most precisely of his little, mischevious friend Bell-the fairy. If so, well then you won’t be surprised at all by the story I’m about to tell you.

The red fairy lives in Tours and, as you can suppose, is extremely tiny, scarce and well-hidden amongst the wonders of the city. It takes some time and good targeting, for neither most of the natives have ever seen her, to spot the dugout she’s hiding in. Actually she’s not hiding at all, on the contrary - she’s open to visitors, wellcoming them hotly in her appartement in the very centre of the city.

Many were the ones who awared us not to approach her: extremely powerful, she was in their words able to cause enormous damages to our fragile mentality and make us remember, in a particulary naturalistic way, the content of our lastest meals. However conscious of the risks, or at least believing so, we started our fairy quest in the middle of the night.

As if to protect us from an epic error, the wind was blowing with suppreme cruelty against our armless faces, supported in his mission by the raindrops who, like little but powerful bullets of acid, were cold-soacking our clothes (and skin). Our hands, cadaverously blue, were hanging iddle as we were trying to warm up runing down the street.

We were freezing. Still we could not notice the beauty of the city by night… Tours, situated in the centre of France, is the city of the castles, medieval architecture, colourful bulidings (three floors old ones that seem to discompone if you push harder, narrow staircase and little terrases-gardens on each level.. – like if taken out from a fairy tale…), vast river that is halving it. During the day it’s a blast to take a walk by the riverside and enjoy the landscape: nature and civilisation in synchrony; during the night is even better – no street lamps on the bridges, so you can perfectly see the reverberations of the moonlight in the water. City noises are reduced (well Tours is not that big after all) and the only soundtrack you can perceive is the symphony that waves and trees compose with the complicity of the wind.

As you approach the home of the red fairy, this idilical atmosphere tends to vary. New elements, such as human voices, laughters, brighter lights, natural human noises etc, are being introduced. You get to la place Plumereau, in the very heart of Tours, you rush into the fairy’s loge and ask if you could have an audience.

(I have to mention I had eaten before I had the honnor to meet her. I was not hungry at all…)

So, there she was, waiting for us. Little, transparent I’d say, she didn’t seem… dangerous.She was not even red, for fuck’s sake! So I followed the advice of my companion and in a beck I was holding her in my hand and, absolutely willingly, I gave her a shy kiss…

At first it felt hot. But not in that unpleasant way (that would come latter, uh..), simply nice and hot, I felt ok. I looked at my friend to confirm my hypothese of easiness – “So people were wrong, she’s nice and gentle after all, isn’t she?”, I was about to say -  and then I saw him crying. WTF?!?!?! “The piment, you munched it?!” – he nodded. I was about to laugh. We went out, I was not cold any more, on the contrary, I was feeling pretty well. Comm’on,  that peper was so spicy?! Why he was still crying?!

Then I felt it. I felt that burning trace going down my gullet. Indeed, the fairy had got into me and  had studyed for a while the place, living me with the impression that I was going to be fine. Then, out of a sudden, once she felt safe and confident, she proceeded down to my stomac, smashing, destroying, anihilating everything she was encountering on her way.

A fire, a conflagration was burning into me, she was laughing, that serpigious little crature! No, it’s not the firely trace she was leaving into my body what made me crave for the unconsciousness - that, my friends, is supportable!; but the pain, that serpental pain in the stomac and down my intestinеs, as if she had introduced a solid, inhumanly big and hard incandescent metal sword soaked in concentrated sulphuric acid into my digestive system and was taking pleasure in twisting and twirling it, pushing  it in and out… that pain was so damn strong that my brain was about to switch off in an helpless attempt to protect me. I felt dizzy, unable to control my movements, the only thing I wanted was just to lay down somewhere and die as fast as possible!

My watering eyes fixed a chair and a table (obviously part of some bar or restaurant with its clients comfortably installed on) and I let myself fall over, my brain on the verge of shutting down.

“Non, non, pas ici, pas ici! Viens, viens !” – my still crying companion ordered and pulled my lifeless arm. Unwillingly , I was forced to stand up and taken into a small street. After I had head-convinced  myself the wall was indeed made of solid stone and thus perfectly capable of supporting me, I managed to lay my back against it and sit down.

People were passing by; different languages, laughters were echoing into my thoughts-abandonned head… Were they laughing at me? I didn’t care (or I simply couldn’t, or both) I just wanted it to finish, to faint, to die, whatever, just to make the pain stop… I thought about vomiting, but, hey, you seriously?! Let that fairy climb back the whole way up to my mouth?! Reexperience the whole nightmare once again?! No, no, no, no, no way!!

Or yes…

I stood there, miserable and dizzy, while my still crying companion was patting me caritatively. Now when I think about it, for a passer-by we must have been a very, very bizarre and funny view… Or a trivial one in this touristic town…

Anyway, in something like 2 min it all started to pass. I could feel my head, my thoughts were reconquering it and the pain was getting reduced. However, I could feel my stomac was painfully empty. As if the anihilating fairy’s fire had engulfed my dinner. I tried to tell my friend I was ok, but my voice was deafened in red flames.

A guy approached us and asked if we were ok. Short explanation of the audience we had had and he nodds  comprehensively. “Go get something to eat, that’d help.”, “yeah, I was already thinking about that, thanX”.

And so there were I, safe and sound in a fast-food restaurant, having the world’s tastiest kebap ever with the chrispiest chips ever and the freshest sauce ever! The fairy had disapeared, probably to say  “Hi” to some other naïve Tours’visitor, I don’t really know or care. My stomac was alive, that’s all what mattered, damages seemed healable, meal was superb and the night so beautiful and fresh! A hot shower, nice film and cozy bed – the perfect end of the fairy soirée.

So, how have you been?

If numbers are four

And letters are fake

I know you will know

how the answer to make:

22.18.11.18.26.11.4.25.8.2.18.24.5.8.8.17

..Or probably not

And nothing’s to see,

Cuz light of your thought

Ain’t coming to me.

So time’s going by

But darkness won’t flee –

My magical mirror

Keeps silent to me...

…And only my shadow

In it will appear –

And fear!

Me deal my silent appeal.

"Tu m'étonnes"

A toi, Emilie, et a tout le travail effectué ensemble!

So close to the sun
That's not trying to burn
My skin - so palely white -
With it's unnatural light.

I'm sitting today
At a place where a gay
Music of students' breathing
Is rhyming my curious reading.

However unable to fly,
For being too far from the sky,
In a blink of an eye
I can see with no lie:

Features of creatures
Beyond all rules and teachers;
A story untold
Of this world I'm hold!

Like a fly in the sky
Though the light's bout to die,
I'm trying to gaze -
And if possibly seize!-

Even a piece
Of this World's unease...