the echo of a distant tide calls us across space and time…
je devine des lumières géométriques et des formes estompées comme les 2 oiseaux bleus de Braque sur le plafond du Louvre… nous voici dans un ciel infini qui donnent la sensation de vraie liberté et de suave légèreté… tes bras se transforment en ailes d’albatros qui murmure des syllabes de “ars amandi”… nos corps s’unissent sur un chevalet à couleur peau, je coule dans tes veines jusqu’à ton cœur… sublime vol d’Icare, sans nuances – déjà fondues dans notre amour sans mots… chaque fois que nous nous “déchaînons”, nos émotions-tsunami demeurent “enchaînés” par notre rêve d’évasion.
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I perceive geometric lights and blurred shapes like Braque’s 2 blue birds upon the Louvre ceiling… here we are over the endless sky experiencing genuine freedom and sweet lightness… your arms turn into albatross wings, whispering syllables from “ars amandi”… our bodies join together in a skin color easel, I flow within your veins down to your heart… sublime flight of Icarus, no shades, as already melted up inside our wordless love… whenever we “unchain” ourselves, our tsunami emotions stay “chained” by our dream of flying away.
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🙂 thanx again, “ahermin” for your amazing pix… ❤
L’albatros – Charles Baudelaire
Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l’azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d’eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu’il est comique et laid!
L’un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L’autre mime, en boitant, l’infirme qui volait!
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.
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Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew
Catch those huge birds of the seas – albatrosses,
Lazy companions of their journey, who follow
The ship that slips through bitter gulfs.
Hardly have they put them on the deck,
That these kings of the skies, awkward and ashamed,
Piteously let their great white wings
Draggle like oars beside them.
This winged traveller – how weak and slack he becomes!
He who used to be so beautiful, he’s now ludicrous and ugly!
Someone teases his beak with a branding iron,
Another one mimics, limping, the crippled flyer!
The Poet is like the prince of the clouds,
Haunting the storm and laughing at the archer;
Exiled on earth amongst the outcries of shouting people,
As his giant’s wings hinder him from walking.
Posted on 11 July 2014, in melanie. Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.
Quite an interesting writing, Melanie. Makes me think of bygone sailing days and sailors laughing at the helplessness of the great bird, not understanding the beauty in its flight as those not understanding the beauty in the words of the poet. Ian
yes, you did get and figure out my main idea… thanx, Ian!
Always nice to visit here Melanie for a dose of your beautiful prose and poetry. 🙂 Have a lovely week.
mille merci, Madame DGK! ❤
Love the idea of the poet being like the albatross.
Charles Baudelaire is a titan of the French and world’s literature…
Quel merveille, l’inspiration! Félicitations, Mélanie pour l’humilité et l’écoute profonde que tu as devant la nature, devant l’amour même… Merci de partager ces moments de bonheur!
❤ multumesc, Camelia! noapte-buna si-o duminica formidabila! 🙂
Wonderful photos.
aha, so only the photos?!… 😉
Oh, you are such a romantic in your posts… your arms turn into albatross wings, whispering syllables from “ars amandi”… our bodies join together in a skin color easel, I flow within your veins down to your heart… sublime flight of Icarus, no shades, as already melted up inside our wordless love… whenever we “unchain” ourselves, our tsunami emotions stay “chained” by our dream of flying away.
whoever you have in mind when you write is a very lucky person. 🙂
Carol, I’m a sentimental and romantic dreamer – by nature, by definition and some say by excellence, too… 🙂 I’m NOT a writer and I never “plan” my texts(posts), I’m often inspired by an image, a song, a movie, a sentence, a word, a souvenir, etc… like my pal’s awesome and inspiring pix… 🙂
now and then, I do have someone in my thoughts and I may say it’s a mutual luck… read my mind and my lips! 😉
You have a wonderful imagination, Melanie. 🙂
🙂 well, must be true if you say so… merci, Madame CB! 🙂
love that “echoes of a distant tide”! Amazing photos!
❤ mille merci Belle Lune! you're completely right about my pal's pix… 🙂
hello! j’aime bien les photos que tu as choisies, Mélanie! Happy week-end! Cris
molto grazie, Cris und alles gutte back… 🙂
Des photos superbes comme on aimerait tous en composer. Quel talent de traductrice, Mélanie… Bonne journée! Hervé
🙂 thanx a bunch of lavender and pink laurels from my front yard! quant au talent, I always try to do my best – malgré la difficulté ou carrément l’impossibilité de traduire et de transmettre l’esprit d’une langue qui ne fait pas partie de la même famillie linguistique.
Frumoase fotografii, dar pe mine m-a vrăjit și mai mult imaginea asta:”je coule dans tes veines jusqu’à ton cœur”. Ești o măiastră, Melania! Să ai zile frumoase!
mille merci pour tout… ❤ aceeasi sincera urare – azi si mereu…
Vraiment spéciales, Mélanie, que ces photos! Bon week-end tout entier!
@”spéciales” = bizarres, particulières, curieuses, extraordinaires?… 🙂 et le texte?… 😉 merci, Colette et un week-end formidable!
Wow! Great shots! 🙂
🙂 yep, I do agree with you… btw, what about the text?… 😉
The texts are not subtle but bold, exploring love and life! The photos speak louder but the text (poems) are deeper! 🙂
❤ thanx, young lady! I'm not an author and this is a playground… 🙂 in fact my texts are bold, direct, sincere, straight to the point – like me: I don't hide (myself) behind my fingers… 🙂
Amazing photos capturing the beauty of flying.
yes, indeed! 🙂