tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91572836135941727242024-03-15T21:12:02.033-04:00quod manetce qu’il nous reste c’est notre regard qui cherche la sauvage symétrie des nuages / what's left is our gaze that seeks the wild symmetry of the cloudsElis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comBlogger489125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-54097737038857597842024-02-25T08:40:00.007-05:002024-02-25T17:22:59.270-05:00電気の満月<span style="font-family: arial;">electric full moon </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">follows me </span><span style="font-family: arial;">behind </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">t</span><span style="font-family: arial;">he naked </span><span style="font-family: arial;">February branches</span></div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />-/-<br /><br />la pleine lune électrique <br />me poursuit derrière <br />les branches nues de février </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5cBCS1kP4nQy4GBOaZFrwfhUugg1pqTaEPzpLeZ0OfcXaOQKytjmtygwiy2r-nViWGsmwRUi-UhJjkhgci5MZB4KG4dbahZhclb3U8bvC9mxmNeYW1K22B0U3iVyCZGRv00r0ofxZmWfAap2GuDVTa1gSzOHLJpirqU2QDfufuaDtzVZJFlI-S7Z44PC/s4608/moon%20branches.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5cBCS1kP4nQy4GBOaZFrwfhUugg1pqTaEPzpLeZ0OfcXaOQKytjmtygwiy2r-nViWGsmwRUi-UhJjkhgci5MZB4KG4dbahZhclb3U8bvC9mxmNeYW1K22B0U3iVyCZGRv00r0ofxZmWfAap2GuDVTa1gSzOHLJpirqU2QDfufuaDtzVZJFlI-S7Z44PC/w400-h300/moon%20branches.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-57690546473410834812023-12-13T09:18:00.004-05:002023-12-13T09:18:42.590-05:00l’ombre des nuages <div><span style="font-family: arial;">rien ne presse plus sur la mer</span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">que l’ombre des nuages <br />et ton regard fixé <br />sur la beauté de l’oiseau frégate <br />les lames lumineuses <br />du soleil couchant <br />nous lient à sa survie,<br />à son histoire <br /><br />-/-<br /><br />nothing presses more on the sea <br />than the shadow of the clouds <br />and your gaze fixed <br />on the beauty of the frigate bird<br />the luminous blades <br />of the setting sun <br />link us to its survival, <br />to its story</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2W6T-a1UjXR3RD0SvMHbQoU4iP53RccDia2BuR7w0YtEbX0hhy6gGqsOd0Fz9XqrVKLgUE1QK8xEk7udHDkrvdTV9MCMg_25OZqVCubSJlU9sqRqF039bSd-YCXM2CvRd9oFW2T_Z_0jtjxWt90AxsAOZdoOxUlMNqJm1uMDi_1q5NMvuvC7fWnJhcu8/s2048/IMG_3748.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2W6T-a1UjXR3RD0SvMHbQoU4iP53RccDia2BuR7w0YtEbX0hhy6gGqsOd0Fz9XqrVKLgUE1QK8xEk7udHDkrvdTV9MCMg_25OZqVCubSJlU9sqRqF039bSd-YCXM2CvRd9oFW2T_Z_0jtjxWt90AxsAOZdoOxUlMNqJm1uMDi_1q5NMvuvC7fWnJhcu8/w400-h300/IMG_3748.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-50303054866323373782023-10-01T15:37:00.003-04:002023-10-01T15:37:18.791-04:00innuendo<span style="font-family: arial;">certes, il est temps<br />pour les adieux<br />en vrac des feuilles<br />blafardes<br />l'arbre, panaché <br />de couleur, avance <br />avec le sentiment de perte<br /><br />copiste sans termes,<br />surfeur des mots<br />d'occasion<br />je donne ma parole<br />pour un gramme<br />de sous-entendu<br /><br />---<br /><br />certainly, it is time <br />for the bulk farewell <br />of the pale leaves<br />the tree, specked with color, <br />moves forward <br />with the feeling of loss<br /><br />copyist without terms,<br />second-hand word surfer<br />I give my word <br />for a gram of innuendo</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Ce68jDPkhASkc3wPD8f8hzWPHHuMfOpZB_td3mBw-X5HYHdZe-GqClVuhC4MBT_B0uXoqWPfy4Rz-9s6WcTn7UbLJPqhPDBDVTbh66xmUk6KP_tWW18dDUJe99RTU1GYtovtDpzKCMWFmGWrUIOMVN8bgq9W4gG-VDil7LqM2FivCqyEdl0ys-siC87X/s4454/birch%20leaves%20cityhall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3340" data-original-width="4454" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Ce68jDPkhASkc3wPD8f8hzWPHHuMfOpZB_td3mBw-X5HYHdZe-GqClVuhC4MBT_B0uXoqWPfy4Rz-9s6WcTn7UbLJPqhPDBDVTbh66xmUk6KP_tWW18dDUJe99RTU1GYtovtDpzKCMWFmGWrUIOMVN8bgq9W4gG-VDil7LqM2FivCqyEdl0ys-siC87X/w400-h300/birch%20leaves%20cityhall.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-42222115911037911642023-09-25T16:02:00.004-04:002023-09-25T16:02:21.644-04:00les feux de l’été<span style="font-family: arial;">l’automne arrive lentement <br />(n’oublie pas d’arroser <br />les plantes sur le balcon <br />et de laisser <br />quelques miettes dehors <br />pour les moineaux)<br />septembre nous jette <br />dans cette belle évolution <br />de l’été <br />avec l’urgence d’un train <br />en retard <br />on s’endort l’un et l’autre <br />sous la lune citadine <br />qui attise encore <br />les feux de l’été <br /><br />--- <br /><br />autumn arrives slowly<br />(don’t forget to water <br />the plants on the balcony <br />and leave a few crumbs <br />outside for the sparrows)<br />September throws us <br />into this beautiful <br />evolution of summer <br />with the urgency <br />of a late train<br />we both fall asleep <br />under the city moon <br />which still fuels <br />the fires of summer</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRHRWPFcpEFhqf7n-vvvqCgzcUgUbDElp5iAwYzD9E5DzwJhxaPQLSvZ1uj227zqwee138RDQl30mHaqto7py8C9Dae5a3YaaWwXf7xVluSXAMFXr-W9cJjpUfHph03w3VIyMoWNBKp3IjvXtFObZ0YrmtdcC5n2FueM1K1ql8G3lahSFBD46Ceg6pJlA/s2048/purple%20grass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRHRWPFcpEFhqf7n-vvvqCgzcUgUbDElp5iAwYzD9E5DzwJhxaPQLSvZ1uj227zqwee138RDQl30mHaqto7py8C9Dae5a3YaaWwXf7xVluSXAMFXr-W9cJjpUfHph03w3VIyMoWNBKp3IjvXtFObZ0YrmtdcC5n2FueM1K1ql8G3lahSFBD46Ceg6pJlA/w400-h266/purple%20grass.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-64398033917960054222023-08-14T09:36:00.001-04:002023-08-14T09:36:16.422-04:00le vent (風)<span style="font-family: arial;">le vent entre dans la forêt </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">comme dans la manche<br />d'un kimono d'été<br />(froideur indocile <br />qui ondule <br />la surface ajourée <br />de nos rêves)<br /><br />je laisse ton nom,<br />mot caché de passe,<br />sur le revers blanc <br />des feuilles <br /><br />—-<br /><br />the wind enters the forest <br />like in the sleeve <br />of a summer kimono<br />(disobedient coolness <br />that whirls <br />the split surface <br />of our dreams)<br /><br />I leave your name,<br />hidden password,<br />on the white backside <br />of the leaves</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRjJwTCZmFqBxRziyUYVkdDUhFkORZ5rj9Pskl15yatrXrljduPC7LBTeviZ7dK8JUmNJN7wRBPcni_kGlvkELv3_M2sAEWYorVpidkWuVj5B8ZWN5EpJsaqj9rdzc2-p0Jrc6TQZ0WDg6spWRwjl6yjvNpP3HX7Fza_l_CaWy_L4s5KxiiLWC20Ei2Jw/s864/bambou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="826" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRjJwTCZmFqBxRziyUYVkdDUhFkORZ5rj9Pskl15yatrXrljduPC7LBTeviZ7dK8JUmNJN7wRBPcni_kGlvkELv3_M2sAEWYorVpidkWuVj5B8ZWN5EpJsaqj9rdzc2-p0Jrc6TQZ0WDg6spWRwjl6yjvNpP3HX7Fza_l_CaWy_L4s5KxiiLWC20Ei2Jw/w383-h400/bambou.jpg" width="383" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-55711919542277379602023-08-05T08:56:00.005-04:002023-08-05T08:56:47.296-04:00pour autant<span style="font-family: arial;">pour autant, <br />j’ai souvent tenté <br />de disséquer </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">cette ardeur <br />de plus en plus </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">absente <br /><br />il faut bien se rendre <br />à l’équivoque <br />(on se dit)<br /><br />sinon, discerner <br />ces ombres <br />qui s’obstruent <br />en trompe-l’œil<br />et s’éclipsent <br />en vers<br /><br />—-<br /><br />however, <br />I have often tried <br />to dissect <br />this increasingly <br />absent ardor<br /><br />we must surrender <br />to the ambiguity<br />(we tell ourselves)<br /><br />otherwise, to discern <br />these shadows <br />which obstruct each other <br />in trompe-l'oeil <br />and disappear <br />in verse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn2U0SEUb7S3loHt2dKQqgwCQBLNXSJQZr_eowyRNCKOb__-ZIjPHRhpapJiNFwmU9f4DfinLSx6F_SugOrUgYqCcQG471G76Ir9WrdHl_2bK20sBrZFksjkf3wc4XznkIGNLECvyn4WQ29QPQgaDzwUAdUb2DEgCYt6h-OXKpgL9LJ133MT4FzoEfLlY/s4608/pine%20needles%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn2U0SEUb7S3loHt2dKQqgwCQBLNXSJQZr_eowyRNCKOb__-ZIjPHRhpapJiNFwmU9f4DfinLSx6F_SugOrUgYqCcQG471G76Ir9WrdHl_2bK20sBrZFksjkf3wc4XznkIGNLECvyn4WQ29QPQgaDzwUAdUb2DEgCYt6h-OXKpgL9LJ133MT4FzoEfLlY/s320/pine%20needles%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-30512281498087886312023-07-18T18:49:00.005-04:002023-07-18T18:57:40.302-04:00chemin d'été<span style="font-family: arial;">sur le chemin tout vert</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">les filles en robes d’été <br />aux fines bretelles <br />(le vent chaud <br />amène une somme <br />illicite des éclairs)<br /><br />au pays du nord, <br />l’amour commence <br />avec un frôlement <br />de soie<br />et le parfum piquant<br />des herbes folles <br /><br />---<br /><br />on the green path <br />the girls in thin strapped<br />summer dresses <br />(the warm wind<br />brings an illicit <br />amount of lightning)<br /><br />in the north country, <br />love begins <br />with a light touch <br />of silk <br />and the tangy scent <br />of wild grasses</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7A9HQ8zvNljD-gV_c11I_uwmVWuWhODROIiFf8_MOA4_UXzdAImmNjRpIgZPq1HbmGJJvPmv5M0TT73AbLZlAZv5Bv_dFSxNKRWnhTERN-TGMH04T0EmGqC1lWFW1VjQf3kJTjqZlUSVQ6bO05CyGDKQSRvEyJrEA8X1_yesfbxtOWtsuFIvRaePHRVP/s4608/IMG-9021.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7A9HQ8zvNljD-gV_c11I_uwmVWuWhODROIiFf8_MOA4_UXzdAImmNjRpIgZPq1HbmGJJvPmv5M0TT73AbLZlAZv5Bv_dFSxNKRWnhTERN-TGMH04T0EmGqC1lWFW1VjQf3kJTjqZlUSVQ6bO05CyGDKQSRvEyJrEA8X1_yesfbxtOWtsuFIvRaePHRVP/w400-h300/IMG-9021.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-24896878073168895362023-04-03T07:40:00.002-04:002023-04-03T07:40:05.867-04:00soleil d’avril<span style="font-family: arial;">le soleil d’avril <br />se joue de nous <br /><br />vieux cerisier, fleuri<br />pour la énième fois<br />(sans prétention <br />à la beauté)<br /><br />hors de la portée <br />des mots, la chute<br />brillante <br />des pétales <br /><br />—-<br /><br />the April sun <br />plays with us <br /><br />old cherry tree, in bloom <br />for the umpteenth time <br />(with no pretense <br />to beauty) <br /><br /> beyond the reach <br /> of words, the bright fall<br /> of petals</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT56bPHhJkmDDaU7rlY5qkspKuPIgdmPe2bJK0P3nFKg2LB4tl-lAE5QFfnUSu7E3c2nWdeNQHwlq8L7MGq0jfASmanoootC2rgvclYC-9qzAwU6eM_RV0mDB0uA6kGzr-purE42Pzy3c137ygCovE8vxJXu7v38dHSOYBqx9Mr-aUweTtMnj34lNNA/s2048/weeping%20cherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1362" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT56bPHhJkmDDaU7rlY5qkspKuPIgdmPe2bJK0P3nFKg2LB4tl-lAE5QFfnUSu7E3c2nWdeNQHwlq8L7MGq0jfASmanoootC2rgvclYC-9qzAwU6eM_RV0mDB0uA6kGzr-purE42Pzy3c137ygCovE8vxJXu7v38dHSOYBqx9Mr-aUweTtMnj34lNNA/w266-h400/weeping%20cherry.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-24227157405548778142023-03-26T07:22:00.000-04:002023-03-26T07:22:00.700-04:00fixe étoile<span style="font-family: arial;">on finira par recueillir <br />ce que nous avons perdu <br />dans l’amnésie <br />de l’hiver <br /><br />rhizomes qui fendent <br />la terre noire,<br />comme des griffes <br />de printemps <br />restitués aux certitudes <br />de cette fixe <br />étoile <br /><br />—-<br /><br />we will end up <br />reaping what we lost <br />in the amnesia <br />of winter<br /><br />rootstalks that split <br />the black earth,<br />like claws of spring <br />restored <br />to the certainties <br />of this fixed star </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwPb2TPi8BL7LyvxMLYuXDo86FoMTSuDhbAwPwhg-Kpb6dQxjRB4FXAW0bXB56HsHTzP_8Cxtw8VA9NaV_gtMfjuBoQVJrq360iTfRTJ9JC6qFXvBfOxaZVI384C6CWSYgKUCQFovGxyq_2hhMhapGFawfJ-9OYS69QEv8QPEWPIVtXDTFMs-_sa2Vw/s6018/cardinal%20snow%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4001" data-original-width="6018" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwPb2TPi8BL7LyvxMLYuXDo86FoMTSuDhbAwPwhg-Kpb6dQxjRB4FXAW0bXB56HsHTzP_8Cxtw8VA9NaV_gtMfjuBoQVJrq360iTfRTJ9JC6qFXvBfOxaZVI384C6CWSYgKUCQFovGxyq_2hhMhapGFawfJ-9OYS69QEv8QPEWPIVtXDTFMs-_sa2Vw/w400-h266/cardinal%20snow%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-7445281171871019812023-01-14T20:28:00.004-05:002023-01-14T20:30:39.020-05:00les arbres en janvier<span style="font-family: arial;">les arbres en janvier,<br />leurs branches <br />effleurées à peine <br />par de longs <br />traits de lumière <br /><br />le silence hiératique<br />de la neige nous exile<br />dans l’adversité <br />d’après la confusion <br />des langues <br /><br />---<br /><br />January trees, <br />their branches <br />barely touched <br />by long streaks of light<br /><br />the snow's hieratic <br />silence throws us <br />in the adversity <br />after the confusion <br />of languages</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWfUnXEKV-Tq2jVotn9ve1dXYT3Re_ka7I39738EuJ6sxJTpwCcqylY7dslDi3VbOwgEylcYOdZmSudtGnOz812hnXaQ6IT8IZxwZwnDaWrnj75CFS6NRPwAyshKnd0cUNj5A-HCa2kUouxuOwvrv5IrV8Cc6a1m6pmcsMAAkDDlOCZtkf3JQ9AO5yA/s4608/pluie%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWfUnXEKV-Tq2jVotn9ve1dXYT3Re_ka7I39738EuJ6sxJTpwCcqylY7dslDi3VbOwgEylcYOdZmSudtGnOz812hnXaQ6IT8IZxwZwnDaWrnj75CFS6NRPwAyshKnd0cUNj5A-HCa2kUouxuOwvrv5IrV8Cc6a1m6pmcsMAAkDDlOCZtkf3JQ9AO5yA/w400-h300/pluie%20(3).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> </div></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-85785229591693210552022-12-25T17:07:00.007-05:002022-12-26T12:22:18.941-05:00morning waves<span style="font-family: arial;">les vagues au matin <br />s’épanouissent <br />dans un arc étiré <br />(mort par amour) <br />sa maturité <br />est sa chute</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />une erreur des mots <br />(idylle et désamour<br />à la fois)<br />qui convoque cet état <br />de bonheur<br />sans arrêt</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />---<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">the waves in the morning <br />burst into bloom <br />in a stretched arc<br />(dead for love)<br />its maturity <br />is its downfall</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />a word error<br />(idyll and disenchantment <br />at the same time)<br />that summons <br />this unstoppable <br />state of happiness</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxX_2-JMJ2a9xkGEk8BdwpFOxCa59CB9LgAyst6Etixduqo68FFNFSviKyl3HDToCDbteruep8VHTcg8AOuKk9o8vHdPQo3GJflfbAMdGHo55Gdym_hPQzRPcvisUarpBYbiMztszl7BW7STQMeCLV9k_qn9--U10FUd91zW9yfalEX5_Ga_4i6TLjDg/s4608/sunrise%20wave%20punta%20cana.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxX_2-JMJ2a9xkGEk8BdwpFOxCa59CB9LgAyst6Etixduqo68FFNFSviKyl3HDToCDbteruep8VHTcg8AOuKk9o8vHdPQo3GJflfbAMdGHo55Gdym_hPQzRPcvisUarpBYbiMztszl7BW7STQMeCLV9k_qn9--U10FUd91zW9yfalEX5_Ga_4i6TLjDg/w400-h300/sunrise%20wave%20punta%20cana.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-63495377406462820902022-12-09T07:52:00.005-05:002022-12-09T07:52:43.508-05:00snowflakes<span style="font-family: arial;">snowflakes<br />in a hurry <br />(frantic white lies)<br />they move <br />together <br />unavoidable <br />fossil light, <br />backtracked<br />from a frugal star<br /><br />—-<br /><br />flocons de neige <br />pressés<br />(petits mensonges <br />frénétiques)<br />ils bougent ensemble<br />lumière fossile <br />incontournable, <br />revenue <br />d'une maigre étoile </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5ttPgqabx3MR5yeS4PUTMSx290BVM-Hv-ZZF4V69Lh7u-yqiS0gMwNWjOUbNSS9e8I9C6fp-e0PMk_d_sMIoD-ItYYLIdXv_yv_IfDUGCDd166-yNZRX5qpE2RVtemZ-Js8x_4l87paiaDwF-rlx70iKpX5zbby2I0mim9_c5ti1xZW-ol88ucGglg/s1863/IMG-4992.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1474" data-original-width="1863" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5ttPgqabx3MR5yeS4PUTMSx290BVM-Hv-ZZF4V69Lh7u-yqiS0gMwNWjOUbNSS9e8I9C6fp-e0PMk_d_sMIoD-ItYYLIdXv_yv_IfDUGCDd166-yNZRX5qpE2RVtemZ-Js8x_4l87paiaDwF-rlx70iKpX5zbby2I0mim9_c5ti1xZW-ol88ucGglg/s320/IMG-4992.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-29215027836262848852022-10-30T16:59:00.002-04:002022-10-30T16:59:44.348-04:00un long pèlerinage <span style="font-family: arial;">nous partirons demain <br />avec l’arbre <br />pour un long <br />pèlerinage <br />désencombrés <br />de nos déjà-vu <br />et les histoires <br />racontées mille fois <br />à chaque assaut du vent, <br />les feuilles s’emballent <br />dans leur danse<br />des derviches tourneurs<br />les bras étendus <br />trafiquant l’air <br />de cette chute<br />inconsolable <br /><br />---<br /><br />we will leave tomorrow <br />with the tree <br />for a long pilgrimage<br />uncluttered <br />from our deja vu <br />and the stories <br />told a thousand times<br />with each charge of the wind, <br />the leaves get carried away <br />in their dance <br />of the whirling dervishes, <br />their outstretched arms <br />tampering with the air <br />of this inconsolable fall</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExPlsZUmSlOiBg0g10gVPenvLMfumUWsnj3J0DljKlRmtrHPptFPJu4v3_HRfegmhZD_ZdsyxWhupgrc8CEiMZkbJDnOgc4KC8Vs1v6Gcxmk6jj6F_w9VXciuqoDixJ4jvxRV2KeQ2X1k2pdTYxFsvV7-fRrY7XmxVKo_aIMJJimDvLDW8iv5dMSwtQ/s4608/leaves%20dark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExPlsZUmSlOiBg0g10gVPenvLMfumUWsnj3J0DljKlRmtrHPptFPJu4v3_HRfegmhZD_ZdsyxWhupgrc8CEiMZkbJDnOgc4KC8Vs1v6Gcxmk6jj6F_w9VXciuqoDixJ4jvxRV2KeQ2X1k2pdTYxFsvV7-fRrY7XmxVKo_aIMJJimDvLDW8iv5dMSwtQ/w400-h300/leaves%20dark.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Elis Podnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917487338491387710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157283613594172724.post-46198919678492553752022-10-23T07:30:00.006-04:002023-10-01T18:55:56.647-04:00zone franche<span style="font-family: arial;">il n’y a pas <br />le moindre signe <br />d’apitoiement sur soi <br />ni aucune illusion <br />de constance <br />chez les feuilles <br />tombées<br />en zone franche <br />des marionnettes <br />au repos <br />coupées des contraintes <br />devant ce démiurge <br />d’une sévère <br />et infinie douceur <br /><br />---<br /><br />there is not the slightest <br />sign of self-pity<br />nor any illusion <br />of permanence <br />for the leaves <br />fallen in a free zone<br />marionettes at rest <br />cut off from constraints <br />before this demiurge <br />of severe and infinite <br />kindness</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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