De chez soi
on imagine le monde.
Du monde
on se fait un chez soi.
La vie, comme une ébauche.
Il aura fallu réveiller quelques albums photos.
En 1925
l'océan derrière
et la vie devant soi.
jaunissant
juste
un peu
"La ville est cernée par un ciel bas.
Nos têtes-brumes forment un ruisseau
— je le vois du haut de l’étage de cet immeuble
qui en serait le moulin —
Il serpente, vire et tourne à la recherche de son estuaire.
Aveugle de sa source,
il mourra de la houle qui nous chavire tous."
1918
Afin de se repérer
dans le monde mouvant
qui nous entoure,
il faut parfois se battre
avec ses ptits points
Dis!
quand reviendras-tu?
"You look different every time
you come from the foam crested brine,
it's your skin shining softly in the moonlight.
Partly fish, partly porpoise,
partly baby sperm whale.
Am I yours, are you mine to play with? Joking apart,
when you're drunk you're terrific,
when you're drunk I like you mostly
late at night, you're quite alright.
But I can't understand the different you
in the morning when it's time to play
at being human for a while.
Please smile. You'll be different in the spring,
I know you're a seasonal beast,
like the starfish that drift in
with the tide, with the tide.
So until your blood runs
to meet the next full moon,
Your madness fits in nicely
with my own, with my own.
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own,
my very own." Robert Wyatt