The Fishwoman

28 October 2012

09 October 2012

Is this a Farm?

Yes says Jack,

Not really like Phnom Phen,

A little greener than New York.

07 October 2012

Mulberries Dreaming

Full jars

Hot pies

Blue tongs

The cats never too far

And

Red fingers for weeks!

22 September 2012

My dear friend

Tonight I baked two cakes

For my daughter, as she might arrive

I've kept a beautiful glass

Etched with flowers

Carved with art

Filled it with red wine

I smoke a cigarette

Clove scented as I like

I smoke

In this peaceful night

I drink

To the peaceful night

My loved ones are happy

Wherever they are

And on my own

I enjoy the nightly songs

Of faraway life

I like the memories

Of a blue butterfly

A shared coffee

A lovely smile

Its nice to have a friend

Even a distant one

And a family of course

Even a traveling one

Love and respect to all

All over the world

Enjoy your freedom

And be nice to each other

Good night

14 September 2012

My Dad's car

After many years of fech-fech

I hope the sticker is still there

I love a new road

What's after the next corner

Never forget where you are

Take a break in the shade

Couple of letter boxes

Railway bridges, holes, bumps and river

My way home

17 June 2012

My Super hero Cyclops is gone....

The World traveler, The Cosmos calculator

The Melody man & The play writer

are my remaining friends.

07 June 2012

01 June 2012

Vivre d'amour et d'eau fraiche

Et de nasi goreng,

La belle vie!

09 May 2012

Snow walking....

Pieds nus dans la neige

Johnny Deux colts

et son loup Jack

Marchent sous la lune

Du metal en tête

Des rêves heureux

Créations animées

Méchanismes

l'arc de la flamme

la fonte de la forme

l'Art.

19 April 2012

4th floor at Bay

Pepita's light cube

Black and White

and clove scent

14 April 2012

Ma soeur peintre

Combien de fleurs

Combien de temps

Regardes bien Lucy C.

Au travers.

07 April 2012

Pause accordéon
Le diable du tango, les refrains bal musette
Une page est noircie aux traits du magicien
Je serpente jusqu'a la Baie
Elizabeth, Bird and Bear
Un trio fantastique au parfum d'expresso
Les planches limées, les pieds dans l'eau
Paul a sorti ses chaises
Je remonte sur mes roues
Deux mannequins suspenduent
l'autre a du rouge aux levres
Les amis sont là
Thé et canapé fleurit
Du haut de mon perchoir,
Pâques est une piscine ou des sirenes dansent
Point de patisseries
Trop de passants, de foule et d'uniformes
Avec la nuit viennent les éclaires et la pluie
Et les lumières de la ville scintillent
Sur mon dimanche parisien.