Princes,jesters, miscreants ,belles dames
all drawn into the marble of time !
I\'ts like an old poem that has the taste
of a medieval illumination ,
perhaps a renaissance style gallantry ,
or some chocolates from the place royal
a parenthesis that opens to the new year
and closes with the procession to the tomb ...
Nostalgy for a long forgotten melody
travelling on the strings of a celtic harp ...
It\'s elegant Vienna who dances ,
the candle\'s end ,Big Ben called for silence,
poor migrants drawned in the darkness
of nameless flooded streets ...
I dream of theses ancient kingdom at sunset ,
suddenly everything stops !
History frozen in stone, New york sleeps ...
Carefree passengers of a steel giant ,
draped in seaweed skins ...
Chasm that accomodates all the agitation
of thoughts ,passion taking shape of bottom .
Camille scults the nude of her madness
Mona Lisa escapes from her landscape ...
In the Trianon gardens crowned with spring
the queen performing a comedy...
Marble of time ...