CONFESSION - CONFESSION

                                     
                                                   
                                                                                                    DE MOI A V
                                                                                                                      O
                                                           J'ai quatre poèmes en route en même t       U
                                                                                                                 e        S
                                                   Mon esprit fabrique des concrétions d        m
                                                                                                       o         p
                                          Une idée pousse l'autre comme l'eau r       u        s
                                                                                                u      c
                                Ainsi se forment de longues stalactites d      i       e
                                                                                        e       s      m
                           Jusqu'à obtenir les quelques gouttes d'             s       e
                                                                                e      n      e       n
                    Et par petites distillations, ici, vous l        s      o      l         t
                                                                       e       s       t      l 
             Merci de prendre connaissance de m     s       e      e      e
                                                                e              n      s   
      Qui me permettent d'accéder à u          s     d         c             d
                                                    n                é        e             a
                                                               v      v                       n 
                                                   n          a      e       d              s
                                                   o          g      r       e         
                                                   u          a      s                      u
                                                   v          b      e       p             n
                                                   e          o      r       e              e
                                                   l          n               n
                                                              d               s             g
                                                  â           a              é              r
                                                 g           g               e              o
                                                 e           e                               t
                                                              s                              t
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MY TRANSLATION :   CONFESSION

                                                                                                      
                                                                                                   FROM ME TO Y                                                                                                                            O                                                                                                                                              U
                                                                                                        
                                                                          I have four poems on the way at t         
                                                                                                                         h
                                                                   My mind makes calcium deposit g      e
                                                                                                                   e 
                                                            An idea pushes the other like the w     n     s
                                                                                                            a      t      a
                                                     So are formed lengthy stalactites o     t      l       m
                                                                                                     f      e     y       e
                                            Until obtaining a few oil drops o                   r       
                                                                                         f          n                     t
                           And through small distillations, here, I p                o      f              i
                                                                                  o      t          t       l             m    
                   Thank you to take into consideration  m      u      h         e       o            e
                                                                         y        r      o         s       w                    
             That allows me to access at this  n                          u                  s
                                                             e          w       t       g           
                                                            w          a        h      h                 o
                                                                         n       e      t                  u
                                                            a           d       m                         t
                                                            g           e                                   
                                                            e           r       t                           i
                                                                        i        o                          n
                                                                       n                            
                                                                       g       y                          a
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POIDS PLUME - FEATHERWEIGHT

                                                                    L'ÉCRITURE


                                                              Les mots coulent à flot

                                                           Le long de toutes mes veines

                                                    Ce ne sont pas des moments de peine

                                       Au contraire, de ma vie, ils comptent parmi les plus beaux.

                                                 De dehors, je me suis nourrie suffisamment,

                                                   Pour me retrouver en intimité, à présent.

                                              Certains jours me découvrent en état de grâce,

                                                    D'autres, plus lourds, en état des lieux.

                                             Mais jamais de ce temps, je ne ferai la grimace

                                                    Car c'est celui qui m'a ouvert les yeux.

                                                         Je souhaite à tous et à chacun

                                                             D'en vivre d'aussi sereins.

                                                    A l'image d'une merveilleuse grossesse,

                                                     Qui dans la joie de porter à l'intérieur

                                                        Ce qui, bientôt, vivra à l'extérieur,

                                                       Contribue à l'oxygénation de l'espèce.




MY TRANSLATION
 

                                                               THE HANDWRITING



                                                             The words flow like water

                                                                  All along my veins

                                                       These are not moments of sorrow

                                                 Contrary they are among the finest of my life

                                                  From the outside, I'm nourished sufficiently,

                                                         To find myself in intimacy now.

                                                      Some days I am in a state of grace,

                                                     Others, heavier in inventory of fixtures.

                                                        But never of this time I will pull a face

                                                  Because it is the one which opened my eyes.

                                                            I wish for each and all

                                                       To live moments as well serene.

                                                            As a wonderful pregnancy

                                                        Which in the joy of wear inside
 
                                                         Something, soon, live outside, 

                                               Contributes to the oxygenation of the species.