Playing with chiasmus..

upside down

Nothing is in its right place,

In a world turned upside down.

A head dipped in ethereal clouds,

And toes scraping coal black dirt.

Everything seems just fine though,

As people come and go

From a stage one can call life,

Taking the wings with one last breath.

We exist within the limits,

But imagination takes us beyond,

Past the borders and past our world,

To a place where nothing is right.

Dita

I don't remember how I came to write this, all I know is that I totally fell in love with Dita's burlesque and pin-up shows. She is, unquestionably, the incarnation of chic, elegance and beauty. So here's to Dita Von Teese!

DITA

Flash of scarlet lips,

And the deep blue

Bordered by night.

Both gems sparkling,

While pale fingers pull

Down on the lace and frocks

Of a choking corset.

Gliding on pointed toes,

A velvet fan in hand,

And a bath of martini crystal,

All too daring yet there…

To remind us of pin-up days,

And the romantic burlesque.

Long Time Ago...

And as promised, here's a song I wrote back in Hong Kong on the guitar. Only sharing the lyrics here of course. But I would be very glad to share the song one day... (if you ever bump into me when I'm carrying my guitar that is.. cause I ain't got the recording material.... yet, hehe)

- LONG TIME AGO -

You ask me why

I look around

And see the world

Totally upside down,

It’s an easy thing

easy thing to know…

And people live

And people go,

The ticking clocks

Of hearts below

Started beating

a long time ago…

Bridge: Singing my song all alone,

It’s been a long time, a long time.. (x2)

Chorus: You’ve told me all these things

And left behind

A lonely girl who sings

And tries to find

Why you had to leave a long time ago.

Those cold damn nights

Where Mrs. Moon would wane

Got me going on

With Mary Jane.

It was the good old times,

good old times to show…

But as time goes on,

We start to feel

The ticking clock

That gets too real,

Drowning us in wisdom

and sorrow…

- Bridge

- Chorus

When the ceiling cries,

We celebrate

The endless knots and ties

That you created

In the heart you left a long time ago.

You should have told me everything you know,

Before leaving me, a long time ago

(Photo by Emmanuelle Descraques)

El Julio - leaving home

Have to stay true to my roots what can I say! Here is one I wrote when leaving for Montréal, promised a friend Jules I would write him a poem :) (even though there is absolutely no link between the person and the poem, sorry haha)

Jules

Lorsqu'on se quitte,
Pays aimé,
Aimé de cœur,
On quitte pour toujours,
Ce que l'on n’a jamais quitté.

Et pourtant cela reste,
Une tique maniaque,
Force magnétique,
Qui se plante et nous chante,
Des souvenirs maintenant égarés.

Non pas égarés... Mais éloignés,
Loin d'un amant
Loin de tout…
C'est alors que surfacent
Les sentiments pathétiques.

Mais nous sommes quittes
Dans cette histoire:
Je pars, tu restes…
La tique ne me quittera pas elle,
Suçant cette dernière goutte de présent…

Lorsqu'on se quitte,
Amant aimé,
Lointain pays,
On remémore pour toujours,
Ce que l'on a maintenant quitté.