Archives d’Auteur: DantéBéa

Rabindranath Tagore

Publié par DantéBéa le

« I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever. »(Rabindranath Tagore)

Brice Homs

Publié par DantéBéa le

« On my lips you will come and drink
Like wolves at dawn
In the swirl of my black waters
I will hold you without return
On my stomach you will place
Your belly, wave on the wave
And in my arms you will sleep
As in its sheath the dagger
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes
On your skin I will make my way
Open mouth and closed mouth
Your lines I will follow them all
And I will learn them all
On your body I will take root
The sap is slow and takes its time
My gestures burn and calcine
Like lava from a volcano
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes
On your wings I will fly
Like the wind that carries high
A sky further, a sky after
From soft country to hot country
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes. »(Brice Homs)

Pablo Neruda

Publié par DantéBéa le

« I go, surfing my only wave,
lunar, solar, fiery and cold, sudden,
asleep in the throats of the fortunate islands white and soft like fresh hips.
My habit of kisses trembles in the humid night madly agitated with electric discharges, the intoxication of the rose in me unfolded.
Rising up the waters, in the outer waves, your twin body which submits in my arms like an endless fish stuck to my soul. « (Pablo Neruda)

Frédéric Beigbeder

Publié par DantéBéa le

« I think of you all the time. I think of you in the morning, while walking in the cold. I purposely walk slowly so that I can think of you longer. I think of you in the evening, when I miss you among the parties, where I get drunk to think of something other than you, with the opposite effect. I think of you when I see you and also when I don’t see you. I would love to do something other than think about you. but I can’t do it. If you know a trick to forget yourself, let me know. » (Frédéric Beigbeder)

Alfred de Musset

Publié par DantéBéa le

« Farewell! I believe that in this life
I will never see you again.
God passes, he calls you and forgets me;
By losing you I feel that I loved you.

No crying, no vain complaints.
I know how to respect the future.
Come the sail that takes you,
Smiling I will see it leave.

You leave full of hope,
With pride you will return;
But those who will suffer from your absence,
You won’t recognize them.

Farewell ! you are going to have a beautiful dream
And get drunk with dangerous pleasure;
On your path the rising star
It will dazzle your eyes for a long time to come.

One day you might feel
The price of a heart that understands us,
The good that comes from knowing it,
And what we suffer when we lose it. »
(Alfred de Musset)

Marcel Duchamp

Publié par DantéBéa le

Cover for the magazine « Le Surréalisme, même  » which represents an inverted photograph of the molding of « Female fig leaf » from Marcel Duchamp 1956. Concave parts become convex and vice versa. Marcel Duchamp plays here with the male/female opposition, convex/concav