From dusk till dawn

[Old papers - Uppsala 26 February, 2005]

Quand soudainment la nuit tombe,

Et le monde devient sombre

Alors il faut chercher au fond de soi...

Le rationel se perd dans la subjectivité

D'une tristesse commune;

D'une individualité sans sens...

Mais il faut se retrouver

Car il faut continuer.

Malgré le désespoir qui semble s'installer,

Malgré le chagrin qui t'étouffe le coeur.

Il faut rêver des rêves meilleurs;

Construire des illusions pour qu'elles deviennent une réalité.

Il faut vivre,

Et il faut mourir

Toujours cherchant la lumière,

Pour ne pas laisser s'éteindre

La flamme: l'espoir.

La joie de vivre.

Woken Dream

The pressure on my chest,

Threatening to burst my heart open…

I thought it would become more subdued

And I remain overwhelmed.

A growing sense of joy that invades my entire being

An intense elation that plays with sanity; constantly

I keep trying to find new ways

To tell you, show how I feel …

Because I have said it before

The same words

As we stroll…

Whispers when we kiss…

I have said it before

But I don’t tire of it

Every time, these words taste different.

The flavours don’t just last longer

They cover a growing repertoire of rich savours

I have said it before,

And it may sound the same.

But every time the musicality changes,

The array of colours in the air is wider:

A symphony in the making.

I have heard it before.

From your lips,

As we stroll,

In a kiss whispered to my ear,

In a hug that leaves me breathless…

You’ve said it before

And every time

It feels different:

A woken dream

A door…

A new world

Rooftops

It is stuck,

In the back of my throat.

Something rising in my chest...

This mass, it tastes of all the colours of the rainbow

I breathe it

When I close my eyes

I can almost touch it

Taste it

Sweet, spicy, tangy,

So rich yet so simple in my palate…

It whispers and tickles my ear…

It is everything at once

Fragrant like a garden in bloom

Sturdy and soft under my fingers

Loud and silent at the same time…

I am dreaming;

Wide awake…

My senses are confused.

And I want to scream it

Shout it from the rooftops

To all passers-by:

I love you Sonechko!