Poème pour ma Grand-Maman
À l'aube du jour,
dans les limbes inconscientes
entre les profondeurs du sommeil
et l'éveil,
j'ai reçu ta visite,
ma Grand-Maman.
À l'aube du jour,
dans les limbes inconscientes
entre les profondeurs du sommeil
et l'éveil,
j'ai reçu ta visite,
ma Grand-Maman.
A poem for the year that is gone.
Together as beings we will stand
Against powers we won't bend
To those who want to divide
We'll say we won't abide
As our freedoms we conquer
We must hold tight to one another
We must look through each others eyes
For this is the only way to rise
May our souls finally touch
For a new world where In Us We Trust
Nov 27, 2022
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Within the depth of the night
Your spirit in limbos
Your heart, so big and kind,
Decided to let go.
Across the path
A fallen tree
Or is it a branch
World shuttered
Mind shattered
Stumbling
on the edge
This is something I wrote after watching Body and Soul, choreographed by Crystal Pite (one of my favourite choreographers of all times) for the Paris Opera Ballet. A flow of words came to me, raw and underwhelming compared to this mind-blowing work.