Le Phoenix

Et dans le silence elle se brisa
Fixant le feu, qui consumma,
Son passé,
Brulée son âme,
Revenue aux cendres,
Empruntant les méandres,
Que seul son coeur connait.
Chassé par le guardien des flammes,
Il disparaît.
Animé sous les braises,
Le Phoenix renait.

23h43 / 9 avril 2018
Ecrit après avoir brûlé une des 2 lettres fictives.



If I was…

If I could fly away
I’d catch a star for you
And put it in your eyes
So they can shine again
If I was a sweet breeze,
I would blow your tearstained hair
Away from your face
So you can smile again
If only I had wings,
I would take you away,
From this harsh life you live
And make you feel again,
Those beautiful feelings
If I had a saw
I would break your chains,
So you can breathe freely
From your everyday pains
If I was the moon,
I’d magnetize you like the sea
So you would go out
And see
How sometimes beautiful
Life can be…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Monday 01-08-2011

Sweeney’s first flight

Lost in the battlefield of life
I was breathing shallow breaths
I was stunned for a while
I could fly from my body
And see myself from the sky
As if I was a bird
Flying high and away
From mankind and despair

And from the beech I rose
Out from the darkness of the leaves
Flying over the fields
My shadow below me
Like a shadow-graph
As I move from one place to the other
Gazing at the civilization below
And before my eyes
The cities…the sea,
The strange crimson water of history
Of madness and blindness
Surrounding us
So far, so close…

© Aurore Ciholas

Part of this was written before going to bed, and the other part, at 3am, because I couldn’t sleep, and had a bit of inspiration all of a sudden. XD
When I was still going in university, I had to study an Irish poet called Seamus Heaney (pronounces something like : “Sheemus Heenee” ) at this time. Actually, I didn’t read all his poetry, but we had to read some that our teacher asked us to study and think about.
So I read them. Not all, maybe five, and then had the inspiration to write this. It’s about Sweeney Astray (Buile suibhne), an Irish king, who was cursed to turn into a bird for the rest of his life while still on a battlefield (if I recall the legend correctly).

Une partie de celui-là à été écrite avant que j’aille me coucher, et l’autre partie, à 3h du matin parce que ne n’arrivais pas à dormir et que j’étais soudainement inspirée. XD
Quand j’allais encore à l’université, je devais étudier un poète Irlandais : Seamus Heaney (on le prononce “Sheemus Heenee” ou quelque chose comme ça). Je n’ai jamais lu tout ses poèmes, mais notre prof nous avait demandé d’en lire quelque uns, et d’y réfléchir, ce que j’ai fais.
Et encore, pas tous. Peut-être 5, tout au plus, car j’ai été inspirée et j’ai écris ce poème. Il parle de Sweeney Astray (Buile suibhne), un roi Irlandais, qui reçu la malédiction de se transformer en oiseau pour le reste de sa vie, alors qu’il était sur le champ de bataille (si je me rappelle bien la légende).

Offered to death

Not sure if the sun
will shine for me tomorrow
I’ve cut my veins
I let myself shallow
Offered to death
Is that the next step ?
Lying down
To the warmth of the sun
Is it the end
Of my wanders
Of all my pain ?
Is there still life
Is there still will
Or anything
Left to fulfill
Long time ago
I made a vow
Never to give up
Never to bow
Looking up in the sky
And next task to never lie…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

13 june 2009 18h35

Sinister end

I hate myself from being too weak
Again I’m falling, Again I’m fading
Away from it all
Escaping suffering,
I have blood running down on my hands
My soul, tries to carry on ’til the end
Can’t feel myself,
Only suffering run in my veins,
Can’t wait to fade again
In this world of agony,
Where is my place
Can’t see your face
Ripped off my blood runs down my legs
I search for my grave,
I hated it all in my life
Now I wish to rest somewhere,
No matter what,
Noone is gonna be on my path…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Thursday 3 July 2008 20h
“Sinister end”

Frozen wishes

So let me scream…
Deep in the night
Swallowed by darkness
Do the call of the wild
Calling for my friends…
I hope they’ll come…
Wanting the winter…
And the snow so cold
When everything’s frozen…
And any light turns gold…

The snow is like stars…
It shines it the dark…
It reflects the light
Just like in paradise…
That we will reach someday…
I will look in your eyes…
And wish to run away…
Under the shining stars…
In the heart of winter…
Let ourselves get closer…

Howl with the white wolf,
The spirit of winter
When the snow falls down
He will hear your prayer…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Monday 12 november 2007 17h40
This one started with angst, then I continued with the Wild.
This one started from angst (anger/sadness), but I ended up mixing totally different feelings in it.
That’s just weird. XD
I hope you like it anyway.

Celui là à démarré avec de la colère, puis j’ai continué avec le thème de la nature.