THE BIRTH OF THE POEM
There is one thing : you on the skype,
An other thing : your voice,
And another : you on the video,
Moving and speaking
There is something else,
When you enter in my room.
The shadows and sun rays
Giving the specials clothes
To my familiar objects inside.
It is winter, everything is stll freezing,
Your virtual body jump out of my head.
The clouds flowing behind my computer.
The first flowers try to come out from the earth.
Are you still freezing my love on the screen ?
May be the flowers will never grow up.
SO NICE BOUQUET
SO NICE BOUQUET OF BLUE GIROFLÉÉS
AND DAPHODILES
I BOUGHT ON QUEENSWAY STREET
BLOSSUMING IN MY HOTEL ROOM . . .
NICE EARLY SPRING EVENING. . .
ON PRINCESS SQUARE . . .
YOU DRIVING FROM BIRMINGHAM
IN HEAVY RAIN FOUR HOURS LONG.
MY HEART BEATING FAST
I WILL NEVER FORGET . . .
WHILE WE TURNED AROUND
ON THIS FIRE BALL,
WICH TURNS AROUND THE SUN
YOU ADORE SO MUCH . .
THIS EVENING WE STOPED THE WORLD
THIS MOMENT WAS HUMAN
WAS ONLY FOR US !
J. BRET La valse des anges musique pour orgues
A N G E L’ S V A L S E
Lady loves me somewhere, there,
My god what I’ll do ?
The church door is open
And music comes from inside.
I will watch the football and drink a bear.
This lady is my angel
I miss her
What I’ll do ?
Summer holidays teasing…
They scored ! !
I jump and go out
Running, happy, young and wishing.
Lady loves me aniway !
P E T E R
I slept in your arms thoses nights
I was swiming in the green of your eyes
Listening the music of your voice
You rocked me nicely my love !
Jus tour hearts … no noice !
I N T E R M E Z Z O
The beauty of
early Paris morning
England somwhere
over the Channel
with foggy mistirious grey
makes me nostalgic …
MAYA EVIĆ