Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep

En ces périodes de calme où mon navire est en vitesse de croisière il y a une citation de Adam Sol (tirée de Jeremiah, Ohio) qui m'est revenue l'autre jour et que j'avais envie de vous faire partager,

"We travelers have tattooed hearts into our arms and ankles"

Sous peu un poème qui me donne du fil à retordre depuis un petit moment.

Poème

HOLIDAY INN

Hold on to the memory it's all you've got.

Things have changed.
In good and in bad,
and i hadn't.
Tears, laughs,
boxes, questions about life,
phone calls and bills,
no impact,
until tonight.

I don't want to know what time it is
or what time it is not.
The streets to the hill
still wind around
in the night and good times go.
One a.m., two or three
it makes no difference to me
because i am where i want to be
by myself,
for tonight no better company.

Tomorrow is a different story.
Yesterday was i know now,
at the time i didn't,
when it spoke no words i could hear
and showed nothing i could see
is that what they call destiny?

A light for the blind
and to yesterday's poison an antidote.

A few words on a note
might not change the world
but it can save a man,
a man who doesn't want to change.

Un lien vers la chanson d'où est tirée la citation au debut du poème:
The Distillers - The Hunger

Thursday morning brings the dawn in

Je ne suis pas allé au feu d'artifice hier soir.

Deux poèmes presque finis
et une bonne surprise musicale trouvée l'autre soir:
Duane Peters Gunfight

enjoy

Sous les tilleuls

Fernsehturm
(click for better qual!)

Unter den Linden

Holidays in the sun

Back from Berlin, loved the place, loved the people, loved the graffiti and the tattoos.

I didn't write a word there but i took cool pics, i'll probably write about it later though.

I just received the Wake Forest University poets Anthology for 2009 and look (click for better quality) :

I'm first! with To have or not to have,
I'll upload some Berlin pics but i'm out for the night!