28 mars 2009
ciel-fleurs
23 mars 2009
C'est le printemps !
Erotisme des fleurs.....
Glanées sur internet, quelques images de ce qu'est
la vraie nature de la fleur, un sexe impudique
usant de mille stratégies pour être fécondé,
et dont la beauté tient aussi à ce qu'elle s'ignore...
22 mars 2009
Song to the siren - Anglais
Song to the siren
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes
and fingers drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail ?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."