]]> http://www.volcanoloco.com/mag/2010/09/neige-2/feed/ 0 http://www.volcanoloco.com/mag/2010/08/mano-mano/ http://www.volcanoloco.com/mag/2010/08/mano-mano/#comments Sun, 29 Aug 2010 10:57:13 +0000 Mag http://www.volcanoloco.com/mag/?p=845

Paint, glue, paper on cardboard. Mano accepted to let me outline him for this.

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The cold makes my face his.
The day has just fallen.
The crisp air turns the grass brittle.
Your fur coat warms my body.
You came to sleep when I awoke.
You work all day and hide me.
But everyday men come,
Searching for the Wrecked Mermaid.
And I have to leave our house.
At night I mend your nets.
You tell me about the fishes
And with shining eyes, ask me to sing for you
It is said my song drives men insane
I wait until you’re still before I sing
Sometimes, then you smile back at me
And sing me insane.

The path goes steeper and the cold fiercer.
Last time the river took our crops with her
I found a piece of silver in the receding waters.
In your coat this morning, I hid the piece of silver.
So it will have travelled with you.
In the other pocket, I placed sands that graze my fingers.
From the beach where you found me.
Where your eyes dressed me
Where I forgot about the Sea.
In your sleep only, I can see how tired you’ve become.
Of trying to keep both of us alive.
I see sometimes in the night
The men and women on the same light.
Black Queen the cards brought me,
When I asked about our light.
Water is stronger than us.

I walk slowly now, tasting ice in my throat
My cheeks are losing their colours.
Soon there will only be darkness.
It is the best time.
This morning, I took my shine of silver.
The warmth of Your coat.
I push aside the heavy wooden lid.
White cornerstones reflect the night.
I know better than talk with you about it,
You believe in dams and roads.
My hands venture out of the thick coat.
Blood flees from my hands as I raise my fist.
The day you found me, you named me Wish.
Shine leaves my hand,
Now is the time for whispering.
I wish, you’d love the same love to another.

Il en restait un certain nombre des petites chipies caches chez moi ou dans la gallerie, alors pour bonne mesure, tiens, je vais les placarder pour un mois avec des etiquettes (qui grattent) dans le dos.

Superman – Sterephonics