tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83120692945887615652024-03-26T07:30:34.085+01:00Jean-ChristophePoet, singer and almost guitar player. Old fashioned dandy, part time philosopher. The artist formerly known as JeF.Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comBlogger1126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-26250528776421547152024-03-26T07:30:00.002+01:002024-03-26T07:30:00.128+01:00I am a piece of world<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOJ1pqbLdo4psJ8Kdj9S-pX3hNHZbSJz23Fo18TKdTMOPGZ49QVsqaKFBJJY4kiw3lY-EzU_rlzzQcvFhV_a2m4XUSBwvsmrAjBftOBYgcjn3YewsX0a3zx1uQiSfjfPO-0BGn9dGEeqK8Gi31Dv_Wk3RZ2S4xhRjLKxxvLaeCpgCyz3drKCuqHNpusqn/s1536/A_large_abstract_dark_painting%20(1)_waifu2x_art_noise1_scale.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOJ1pqbLdo4psJ8Kdj9S-pX3hNHZbSJz23Fo18TKdTMOPGZ49QVsqaKFBJJY4kiw3lY-EzU_rlzzQcvFhV_a2m4XUSBwvsmrAjBftOBYgcjn3YewsX0a3zx1uQiSfjfPO-0BGn9dGEeqK8Gi31Dv_Wk3RZ2S4xhRjLKxxvLaeCpgCyz3drKCuqHNpusqn/w640-h426/A_large_abstract_dark_painting%20(1)_waifu2x_art_noise1_scale.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I am a piece of world</p><p>I am a blood red stain on the flaking skin of reality</p><p>I am a spinning gear of our greasy society</p><p>I am a shadow</p><p>I am a light</p><p>I am a puzzle of emotions</p><p>I am a beating heart pulsing waves of love</p><p>I am a spirit darkened by fears and twisted ambitions</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-15192428208178498822024-03-22T07:00:00.001+01:002024-03-22T07:00:00.135+01:00The cosmic wanderer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9Yw2S-Iwo9G0J4IElheuDg4q4RVc2Z3N_MGr2VCC-rl04XueLDhtzmEYSS1PqylpNBFIpjRVKVhwODtDq5V77imuQkTv8CJ5AvqRT4MbGq5TR4W5KQxdoxcpcZmw2jDFcuGzrdg6DQNrekq9QD88zgNs_lTR7OfjQiB8rXbWX3fwUkSSdD6gq69Mx7hm/s1024/cosmic_wanderer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9Yw2S-Iwo9G0J4IElheuDg4q4RVc2Z3N_MGr2VCC-rl04XueLDhtzmEYSS1PqylpNBFIpjRVKVhwODtDq5V77imuQkTv8CJ5AvqRT4MbGq5TR4W5KQxdoxcpcZmw2jDFcuGzrdg6DQNrekq9QD88zgNs_lTR7OfjQiB8rXbWX3fwUkSSdD6gq69Mx7hm/w400-h400/cosmic_wanderer.png" width="400" /></a></div><br><p>Beyond the threshold of reality lies the abyss,<br />A swirling cauldron of desires and dreams.</p><p>In the thick hours of the night,<br />Whispers of the unknown dance with the shadows,<br />Engulfing my liquid soul with<br />The mysteries of the universe</p><p>I am but wanderer in this cosmic theatre,<br />Seeking truth amidst the chaos,<br />Yearning for breaking the chains of conformity</p><p>Let's embrace the madness,<br />Let's embrace the chaos<br />For within its fiery embrace,<br />My soul finds its refuge, its truth<br />In its eternal freedom</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-8246427999599190192024-03-19T15:08:00.004+01:002024-03-19T15:08:42.302+01:00The fallen angel<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_kN5GC2_oXjnUTG9i18fK8NHlGnt99WiUqg4lut7DohUrbNC7ZshXYZSAdeSbO73bP4OgJ6xauEzEez66RYLNYjK7Ku6GW0TKgtE2ZmCieHG0INh0SmsKBgINqIEkr9BqVGNSGH3oE2STZROatN0ZkqzQ57ybxcTw-XESkEM7wJKUE7WUExQ1KI3ltjf/s768/t%C3%A9l%C3%A9chargement%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_kN5GC2_oXjnUTG9i18fK8NHlGnt99WiUqg4lut7DohUrbNC7ZshXYZSAdeSbO73bP4OgJ6xauEzEez66RYLNYjK7Ku6GW0TKgtE2ZmCieHG0INh0SmsKBgINqIEkr9BqVGNSGH3oE2STZROatN0ZkqzQ57ybxcTw-XESkEM7wJKUE7WUExQ1KI3ltjf/w640-h426/t%C3%A9l%C3%A9chargement%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I have no fear of being alive<br />I am just scared of myself<br />Of my own shadow<br />Of my ability to live<br />In hiding<br />Between humanity and insanity<p></p><p>I am a fallen angel<br />Still feel my broken wings<br />And my soul way too wide for my body<br />Always homesick of the mother light</p><p>I can hear the diamond stars singing<br />And I won't say a word<br />I can feel the lost souls in this world<br />And I won't say a word<br />I can touch the soul of so many beings<br />And I won't say a word</p><p>I am puzzled<br />For I am a diamond<br />As crazy as shiny<br />Spinning round and round<br />In this mad mad world</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-44342666122766393452024-03-06T18:09:00.002+01:002024-03-06T18:12:27.404+01:00La vie est un miracle<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRI_GjwDmdWtgGynp-FQrkV0EHCJfNqyMW1okLeKWL8Ww6Qyh4AAm69Q9eUyjAq5U6GtUltMoSGRVyz4LzFXFdRgz999nGCphRiwqW107TnHdw8rO4-hbTkwW7ra_F6NwZloy2MPYBFXLLTsmOS6lznIJX3qCDyNe-oBkHsGMvrstMMcdxn6elP9X4yQC/s1024/wonder_1708690929106.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRI_GjwDmdWtgGynp-FQrkV0EHCJfNqyMW1okLeKWL8Ww6Qyh4AAm69Q9eUyjAq5U6GtUltMoSGRVyz4LzFXFdRgz999nGCphRiwqW107TnHdw8rO4-hbTkwW7ra_F6NwZloy2MPYBFXLLTsmOS6lznIJX3qCDyNe-oBkHsGMvrstMMcdxn6elP9X4yQC/w640-h640/wonder_1708690929106.jpg" width="640"></a></div><br><p>La vie est un miracle...</p><p>Je ne m'en rends pas assez compte mais... <br>La vie est un miracle !<span></span></p><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2024/03/la-vie-est-un-miracle.html#more">»LIRE LA SUITE DE L'ARTICLE »</a>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-24320987572055240132024-02-14T10:22:00.007+01:002024-02-18T21:33:14.482+01:00<p> "Dieu est innocent de la toute-puissance dont on a voulu l'accabler."</p><p>- Albert Jacquard</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1216" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECUvtFXHveTjLOuratrYuRZk6hjVb6QLZxUzx3VVuHa-tMPMjnbuCuJus2gxXvbVtp4eXxejCBjE5CucxPEdroiGY50N6dMZhBkmFfQ19pbsKpF3a6sEbWlHQ6ZJFCPkfDi0RR0SQIMr8c9Ou-xGIacWm0hrLMQDlQ-2hY3oIYessxqhiH6VVAb-wNjGN/w640-h437/wonder_1704279715284.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The world is chaotic, and life's journey uncertain,<br />But the poetry lies in the feeling that there is magic in the mundane, <br />And that even in the prose of our everyday lives, <br />There is a beauty waiting to be discovered, <br />A story waiting to be told.</p>
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<p>Mes chers amis, </p>
<p>Il y a quelque chose que je nous souhaite à nous toutes et tous, c'est la PAIX.</p>
<p>Alors oui, la paix dans le monde, certes, bien que notre action soit très limitée dans ce domaine. Je vous parle plutôt de <b>paix intérieure</b>, la mère de tous les trésors.</p>
<p>Je nous souhaite cette paix intérieure, toujours fragile, toujours à entretenir, mais tellement belle ! Je nous souhaite à toutes et tous de trouver plusieurs fois dans l'année des moments de paix intérieure, des moments de "calme en soi", et même des moments de rencontre avec soi.</p>
<p>Je nous souhaite qu'à travers cette paix intérieure nous devenions le changement que nous voulons pour le monde (ça, c'est du Ghandi, les amis).</p>
<p>Bonne année 2024</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-24811444846812783702023-12-20T19:00:00.001+01:002023-12-20T19:00:00.133+01:00Merci<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtcunZ5jzQD-ipRfHmheZHpOIpebBmWqKYZC3BZtx0q6co7ckisCNramRT3dtNptZyHPaUDyQHYb9QlNtsAPK09g0M9rVB4_FaPvDtldOBdR7tX-md3LBYgedNggdOuIO7fJJYzuQAir0BUnsjMyTQoQEFb1IKpjaxaLyVIOsfIFgmYda2o38ZyARVDSJ/s3888/mike-labrum-fvl4b1gjpbk-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3888" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtcunZ5jzQD-ipRfHmheZHpOIpebBmWqKYZC3BZtx0q6co7ckisCNramRT3dtNptZyHPaUDyQHYb9QlNtsAPK09g0M9rVB4_FaPvDtldOBdR7tX-md3LBYgedNggdOuIO7fJJYzuQAir0BUnsjMyTQoQEFb1IKpjaxaLyVIOsfIFgmYda2o38ZyARVDSJ/w640-h426/mike-labrum-fvl4b1gjpbk-unsplash.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>2023 s'achève dans quelques jours, et si cette année m'a semblé compliquée, semée d'embûches et d'épreuves à traverser , parcourir mes photos et souvenirs me montrent que 2023 a été aussi remplie de bons et très bons moments.</p><p>Alors, je veux prendre le temps de dire merci à toutes celles et ceux qui ont illuminé cette année.</p><p>Merci à celle qui passe une dizaine entourées de ballons colorés (merci à celle qui a envoyé les ballons!), merci à ceux qui fêtent la Saint Patrick sur scène en livrant leur plus belle prestation, merci à celle qui joue avec des bulles de savon, merci à celui qui vient passer un week-end et faire un bowling avec nous.</p><p>Merci à celle qui organise une escapade dans le plus grand parc aquatique d'Europe, merci à celle qui profite avec moi d'un apéro en bord de mer en admirant un coucher de soleil, merci à l'ami de toujours qui vient quelques jours chez nous pour des belles balades et de belles tranches de rire.</p><p>Merci à ceux qui ont tout déchiré dans un concert unique et incroyable dans une boîte qui allait être liquidée quelques jours plus tard (mais nous l'ignorions au moment du concert!!), merci à celui qui a passé son demi-siècle en grandes pompes et tout en classe, merci à celui qui fait des superbes sorties bateau pour me faire essayer le "e-foil" qui m'a fait perdre toute dignité ou pour aller voir un feu d'artifice vraiment incroyable.</p><p>Merci à celles qui font des câlins aux arbres, merci à celle qui souhaite profiter d'un dimanche ensoleillé sur une très belle plage privée, merci à ceux qui sont venus de loin avec leur bébé magnifique, merci à celle qui partage avec moi le plaisir des très nombreux concerts vus cette année (Sela Sue, Charlie Winston, Deluxe, Jacob Collier, Lizz Wright, Ludovico Enaudi, Gogo Penguin, M, Porcupine Tree), merci à celle qui passe son demi-siècle entourée de ceux qui comptent pour elle.</p><p>Merci à celle qui survit à un AVC et trouve la force de vie de se relever, regagner son autonomie et toute la force de son sourire et son esprit plein d'humour et de malice, merci à celle qui m'invite à la brasserie la plus prestigieuse de Nancy, merci à ceux qui fêtent le premier anniversaire de leur enfant et son baptême de façon super joyeuse et colorée, merci à celle qui m'accompagne à une balade dans le phare de la Garoupe sous un soleil éclatant.</p><p>Merci à celui qui prend le temps avec moi de se poser un midi sur une plage de Nice pour admirer un atterrissage du A380, merci à ceux qui disent oui à un projet de groupe de compos blues-rock, merci à celui qui m'offre un pass VIP pour la coupe du monde de rugby</p><p>Merci à celui qui me prête son vélo électrique pour aller au travail à Nice et qui me permet d'admirer des levers de soleil de toute beauté, merci à celui qui me fait découvrir un vrai nouveau son de guitare et me pousse à tout revoir de ma chaîne de son.</p><p>Merci à celui qui propose une dernière sortie bateau pour profiter d'un super resto de Villefranche, merci à celles qui m'accompagnent malgré beaucoup d'embûches pour fêter les 80 ans de ma très chère tante.</p><p>Merci à celle qui organise une escapade de quelques jours à Amsterdam et qui m'a profondément marqué, merci à celui qui, profitant d'un déplacement à Paris pour un salon, me propose d'admirer un Paris illuminé des décorations de Noël.</p><p>Merci à ceux qui, comme ça, me passe un coup de fil pour mon anniversaire. Merci à celle qui, pour mon anniversaire, m'offre un objet en série limité dérivé de mon film préféré Blade Runner.</p><p>Merci à toutes et tous pour ces moments qui ont émaillé cette année 2023, qui l'ont parée de couleurs vives, célébrant ce qui nous lie, ce qui nous tient vivant, ce qui nous tient debout.</p><p>Je vous aime</p><p>JC</p><p><i>Photo de <a href="https://unsplash.com/fr/@labrum777?utm_content=creditCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=unsplash">Mike Labrum</a> sur <a href="https://unsplash.com/fr/photos/photo-en-contre-plongee-de-bougies-allumees-fvl4b1gjpbk?utm_content=creditCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=unsplash">Unsplash</a></i><br /></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-29389189970782440062023-12-13T16:35:00.004+01:002023-12-13T16:35:39.853+01:00Anger<p style="text-align: left;">I have never tamed<br />My anger<br />Against God</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-53328893523788642912023-12-13T07:00:00.000+01:002023-12-13T07:00:00.137+01:00Ordinary casualties<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUA8YzfGPqcbgxJvWiodSXAyIH7lSa3d78RsPK3QpZ2QR_rt2So-rnNJRrE1JkVrCjTR9KlmGACn7XYPx2JDGkI8a0T02YPNpTdE0JPWF7uIZzKVDxScFUGTX1SSkIQ8iShBRq-8phKgyVxeFC0i6O96heP6onBuJzhPcJFa9qlcuFMyl-AUiI4wPw0GI/s1024/wonder_1701719279520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUA8YzfGPqcbgxJvWiodSXAyIH7lSa3d78RsPK3QpZ2QR_rt2So-rnNJRrE1JkVrCjTR9KlmGACn7XYPx2JDGkI8a0T02YPNpTdE0JPWF7uIZzKVDxScFUGTX1SSkIQ8iShBRq-8phKgyVxeFC0i6O96heP6onBuJzhPcJFa9qlcuFMyl-AUiI4wPw0GI/w640-h640/wonder_1701719279520.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We are ordinary casualties<br />Of our demons left behind<br />Twisted creatures of every day life<br />With heavy masks and good manners<p></p><p>Our voices carry ancient words<br />Of our demons left behind<br />Anger is a curse and a scar<br />That they engraved on our skin</p><p>We are liars and fulfilled heirs<br />Of our demons left behind<br />Their victory is complete<br />As they trampled on our serenity</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-75938629978458451852023-12-11T07:00:00.001+01:002023-12-11T07:00:00.129+01:00The midnight fauna<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenyXNobrJh-RfrZQws_nL44XFOw-o0axVczvORuy7zNpXNF-AbU-7IfNikI_Z4ukRQfW15vURv2e1UYqrCeeQ7pEC8olemPIGxJzGSQr3oTN9UgLH_b4jDTw59TccjIuWNA7q9-Wgy1gMm0aYcaZ3SfDJpBGyapJd1MF7-dIhQouZyuzgVGUpYBOxpGdb/s1216/wonder_1701809549651.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1216" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenyXNobrJh-RfrZQws_nL44XFOw-o0axVczvORuy7zNpXNF-AbU-7IfNikI_Z4ukRQfW15vURv2e1UYqrCeeQ7pEC8olemPIGxJzGSQr3oTN9UgLH_b4jDTw59TccjIuWNA7q9-Wgy1gMm0aYcaZ3SfDJpBGyapJd1MF7-dIhQouZyuzgVGUpYBOxpGdb/w640-h438/wonder_1701809549651.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<p>Hush of midnight,<br />
Strange stirrings awaken<br />
A canvas bare<br />
Where twisted thoughts are woven</p>
<p>My mind roams untamed<br />
Through shadows unnamed<br />
Unspoken desires,<br />
Secrets untold</p>
<p>My heart, yearning for solace,<br />
Is longing to muffle,<br />
The ghosts in the night<br />
Fragment lost from a long forgotten story</p>
<p>From the depths of broken slumber<br />
My soul takes flight, easy and free<br />
Strange journey<br />
Where fears and desires intertwine<br />
And light and darkness interlace</p>
Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-66935857644310584722023-12-07T07:30:00.000+01:002023-12-07T07:30:00.126+01:00My own custom fears<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemJ-c2XI6IZqA94lKtikTwkq-au1u0CCHEpnfQCohDYLwTa57p_XCjC92StImeGyRtDWG1buvYcSzEVGARoN53UFMt2PHEvzhKG5W5G8U71T4x7OrhF8DcGjLtGzAVAhmWylliDVy06GN9hpanKZNOMN2tjoYjyWcKtYJM9br4iTHb8-lDhb072fJ5JDL/s1024/wonder_1701705809674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemJ-c2XI6IZqA94lKtikTwkq-au1u0CCHEpnfQCohDYLwTa57p_XCjC92StImeGyRtDWG1buvYcSzEVGARoN53UFMt2PHEvzhKG5W5G8U71T4x7OrhF8DcGjLtGzAVAhmWylliDVy06GN9hpanKZNOMN2tjoYjyWcKtYJM9br4iTHb8-lDhb072fJ5JDL/w400-h400/wonder_1701705809674.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I keep alive my own custom fears<br />My dreary court to of shadows<br />They frail me through the years<br />Infusing thoughts I never chose<p></p><p>I add into their crucible<br />Three drops of a new anguish<br />My own private enemy is invisible<br />Process underway, let me finish</p><p>I grab a handful of ego<br />That I drop into the mold<br />As I live I just can't let go<br />Of my my fears as I've been told</p><p>Like rusty ties from the past<br />My own custom fears grow and multiply<br />I fear that I won't be free at last<br />Not until the day I die</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WOUyexq_7mjLKgWYuFyVheCxqQOclq6QIGy-PToa5s7gBe86yohKADEvLK1kdDXMvikB68mxTCr8Ckr0hglW4rr_ADeyiQvX7-fGPCby2zVjpcurNhdeyIioL7aAeKS0PTiDqEHkgg8EUreR0XO7CPzjHTzJAVKJdIM1Cw248rNqVVOa1_QfGLWihYZ3/s1024/wonder_1701705838815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WOUyexq_7mjLKgWYuFyVheCxqQOclq6QIGy-PToa5s7gBe86yohKADEvLK1kdDXMvikB68mxTCr8Ckr0hglW4rr_ADeyiQvX7-fGPCby2zVjpcurNhdeyIioL7aAeKS0PTiDqEHkgg8EUreR0XO7CPzjHTzJAVKJdIM1Cw248rNqVVOa1_QfGLWihYZ3/w400-h400/wonder_1701705838815.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-31054752862599191782023-12-05T21:15:00.004+01:002023-12-05T21:15:42.161+01:00DIY 3-channel guitar preamp, the end<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSepacsBgUv3hzVd9AcrFX3o17MEOOn5YyTQpmqHasbGbV5LpA9Qm0DTuB-gSsr4goy78jMtAEH7Ck-LikUBQ93nFoolrK1dvlyMZLZg0w-f6W4cxh0eWQV-9OdUEC_Se55P3GzKCjsXZqKHls3EWfuZqslb8imuPWIskUs8LCBTJ0vMxpMtRdla4PYJ2o/s4032/PXL_20231205_163802403.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSepacsBgUv3hzVd9AcrFX3o17MEOOn5YyTQpmqHasbGbV5LpA9Qm0DTuB-gSsr4goy78jMtAEH7Ck-LikUBQ93nFoolrK1dvlyMZLZg0w-f6W4cxh0eWQV-9OdUEC_Se55P3GzKCjsXZqKHls3EWfuZqslb8imuPWIskUs8LCBTJ0vMxpMtRdla4PYJ2o/w640-h360/PXL_20231205_163802403.jpg" width="640"></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Previously on "DIY 3-channel preamp" journey:</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2023/02/diy-3-channel-guitar-preamp-part-1.html">DIY 3-channel guitar preamp, part 1</a></li><li><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2023/03/diy-3-channel-guitar-preamp-part-2.html">DIY 3-channel guitar preamp, part 2</a></li><li><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2023/05/diy-3-channel-guitar-preamp-part-3.html">DIY 3-channel guitar preamp, part 3</a></li></ul><p style="text-align: left;">OK, I confess that <u>I dropped this project for good</u>. The main question is: why?<span></span></p><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2023/12/diy-3-channel-guitar-preamp-end.html#more">»LIRE LA SUITE DE L'ARTICLE »</a>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-21546328670002698782023-12-04T16:55:00.003+01:002023-12-04T17:06:44.931+01:00Desire time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw77bEKO-geptpwG4vZXR02Btmw_6y0UbV4wmy83qvIqg7_MRZ_cXSV1qupzzKqw-nbazfLivHehO-LTF5IKbcM9rEQxeYEtlbN5EqkWfoGQ544l2Rb5XJFKRthUqcGKWEF4jQLDOJ54DvzlN5lgTKN6690GhlVTwNFX4ep3gtAmsBrLbxGQFA59UpQuoF/s1024/wonder_1701705227789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw77bEKO-geptpwG4vZXR02Btmw_6y0UbV4wmy83qvIqg7_MRZ_cXSV1qupzzKqw-nbazfLivHehO-LTF5IKbcM9rEQxeYEtlbN5EqkWfoGQ544l2Rb5XJFKRthUqcGKWEF4jQLDOJ54DvzlN5lgTKN6690GhlVTwNFX4ep3gtAmsBrLbxGQFA59UpQuoF/w400-h400/wonder_1701705227789.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Desire time<br />Lingering shadows<br />Among the neon stars<br />Lost from another night<p></p><p>Desire time<br />Weary bodies<br />With a fresh emptiness<br />In the birth of the new day</p><p>Desire time<br />Like an artifact<br />Of a fond memory<br />That we cherish & leave untouched</p><p>Desire time<br />She was lonely<br />Her drunken sadness<br />Felt like remorse filled with desillusion<br />In this forgotten city<br />Where neon stars<br />Fall from the sky</p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-20659432191304444092023-11-30T06:30:00.012+01:002023-11-30T06:30:00.184+01:00I shall question <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMMeSGiJk_Z0A5Onj7IFM7oggcLi57m6FMl5g1OkBK0J_J8d3X_UJepQABPpBQ9XP1Bh7a-oahdjhNM-u1gmjmRzpI5GQy4eHT83pft3tBUtH2Ta42si6EnezpRfNUJfgQZxmbkakHP8imYfEKjT8FoMbCCMUMW2zKJq-gJagxbCUD_BjVdX_fB58YBLO/s1216/wonder_1698834372787.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1216" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMMeSGiJk_Z0A5Onj7IFM7oggcLi57m6FMl5g1OkBK0J_J8d3X_UJepQABPpBQ9XP1Bh7a-oahdjhNM-u1gmjmRzpI5GQy4eHT83pft3tBUtH2Ta42si6EnezpRfNUJfgQZxmbkakHP8imYfEKjT8FoMbCCMUMW2zKJq-gJagxbCUD_BjVdX_fB58YBLO/w400-h274/wonder_1698834372787.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I shall question the reality of this world<br />I shall question why I've chosen the wrong door<br />I shall question the place that I have<br />Or rather the place that I have taken<br />In the midst of mankind<p></p><p>I shall question my beliefs and my truths<br />Do you know what truth is?<br />Well, do you know it?<br />I shall question your truth<br />I shall question what you question</p><p>I shall question the untold<br />I shall question the hidden<br />I shall question our chains and shackles<br />That remain attached to our feet<br />Clinking with every human step</p><p>I shall question our fascination<br />For cruelty and violence<br />I shall question our desire for<br />The harsh domination<br />Over any mortal being any creation any wonder</p><p>I shall question the story told as true<br />Of course I shall question it<br />I shall question the author<br />I shall question the reader</p><p>I shall question colours<br />I shall question sounds<br />I shall question myths and legends<br />I shall question the place that I couldn't find<br />I shall question the place that I couldn't find</p><p>I shall question who you are<br />I shall question what you know<br />Feel, believe, want,<br />Desire, reject or hate</p><p>I shall question my question<br />Where I stand<br />Where I begin<br />And where I end</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-66804693650833551292023-11-27T06:30:00.001+01:002023-11-27T06:30:00.145+01:00Holding me tight<div class="separator" style="float:right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhf3jEiIIyMU_MJ3rqHYpuVLO1y3x6-6BtYDXdgYHhBTbj_Ls5pPIMheohI0JFTixIMAgpu9pIaDYCyOu-iq_zXmvXO3vQGSRSSKSItkwatdBFssQ5QpdxLApaUkwBG1DxwJRbSfDVOzq7GyHKhwod4o7vXRidbP08oCLmoy7xjXkHA7s2-w4Ul3z5Rg/s3716/kateryna-hliznitsova-QSupFdwa3F0-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3716" data-original-width="2488" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhf3jEiIIyMU_MJ3rqHYpuVLO1y3x6-6BtYDXdgYHhBTbj_Ls5pPIMheohI0JFTixIMAgpu9pIaDYCyOu-iq_zXmvXO3vQGSRSSKSItkwatdBFssQ5QpdxLApaUkwBG1DxwJRbSfDVOzq7GyHKhwod4o7vXRidbP08oCLmoy7xjXkHA7s2-w4Ul3z5Rg/w268-h400/kateryna-hliznitsova-QSupFdwa3F0-unsplash.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p>You seize my wrist<br />And put my hand on your soft chest<br />Feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the beat<br />Music of love<br />First smell of sex<br />You are holding me tight<br />Fingers turn white in my flesh<br />A real impulse to unite<br />Mating the Sun and the Moon<br />Melting my soul in your pouring rain<br />You rush my blood to my head<br />Still holding me tight<br />You know your thing<br />When it comes to love, baby<br />I get high, I get high, I get high<br />I am undone and you are so fly</p>
<p><i>Photo : Kateryna Hliznitsova</i></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-5274051898173096852023-11-20T06:30:00.001+01:002023-11-23T08:44:55.108+01:00Hearth<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMtmybOXhThOJeCyJpKkjWm0SjwRJiefXqRgSn8B3gUQ-DBO2bKOYfBpv1ICdBAebnsnjOEwCZyIqjC_6fmHjI47EDYyfacpsmjvxkzDQ2d4BMODv_k_AWi0Wm7tNnMWkQfoW8jmcEnLvzpc47SGaE-vEHtDfcbMdyEt4-D_TG5oC52AR3ULU5oi7V3NE/s1024/wonder_1698765678497.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMtmybOXhThOJeCyJpKkjWm0SjwRJiefXqRgSn8B3gUQ-DBO2bKOYfBpv1ICdBAebnsnjOEwCZyIqjC_6fmHjI47EDYyfacpsmjvxkzDQ2d4BMODv_k_AWi0Wm7tNnMWkQfoW8jmcEnLvzpc47SGaE-vEHtDfcbMdyEt4-D_TG5oC52AR3ULU5oi7V3NE/w400-h400/wonder_1698765678497.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />In this country<br />Bordered by pine trees<br />There is a house<p></p>
<p>In this house<br />There is a fire<br />Burning for centuries</p>
<p>These centuries<br />Are roots for a family<br />Sharing, caring, loving</p>
<p>These three inks fill my pen<br />To write you these words<br />Right into your soul</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-67505062213408413022023-11-14T21:24:00.002+01:002023-12-05T07:49:29.628+01:00Toute religion est une corruption<p>Toute religion est une corruption de l'humain, une corruption de l'esprit, du cœur et enfin de l'âme. <span></span></p><a href="https://www.jeanchristophe.me/2023/11/toute-religion-est-une-corruption.html#more">»LIRE LA SUITE DE L'ARTICLE »</a>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-83276259990077720142023-11-13T06:30:00.004+01:002023-11-13T06:30:00.136+01:00Was it worth it?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao_b-X8Yf4GQdAUENrIAiBOJKFRaVAaDB8o8MdW8JeySSt-_huxU_XuHYBtUr3UlOopdtyuncVeyBrhB2ubZKpQx_B4KLMqP0K8QDUogBjUPwZbU01hLosH_7K2_mlvZ248j5tea9ec5rWl6QdpYqlUKnz3gFpdzuEx6V1x_-StPiXrAxsa0FaH4989Sx/s1024/wonder_1698764473872.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao_b-X8Yf4GQdAUENrIAiBOJKFRaVAaDB8o8MdW8JeySSt-_huxU_XuHYBtUr3UlOopdtyuncVeyBrhB2ubZKpQx_B4KLMqP0K8QDUogBjUPwZbU01hLosH_7K2_mlvZ248j5tea9ec5rWl6QdpYqlUKnz3gFpdzuEx6V1x_-StPiXrAxsa0FaH4989Sx/w400-h400/wonder_1698764473872.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Was it worth it<br />To live a life on the tracks<br />Driven by rules<br />Written by Strangers?<p></p>
<p>Was it worth it<br />To say these words<br />To tell the truth<br />You didn't believe in?</p>
<p>Was it worth it<br />To draw a life<br />On another's path<br />Pretending it's yours?</p>
<p>Was it worth it<br />To sing out loud<br />This song you knew so well<br />But you never liked?</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-64837496602703843632023-11-10T12:00:00.001+01:002023-11-10T12:00:00.132+01:00We are shameless<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHklalqlypd2TQol3NlKefhK1q1ck6nwBrvP0nfBTBH4CXCAkn_NsG2OzWWFCe_LUFZpjrN53NSGy0r1oEUIJpnjr1_A5rf3TRyKos9OZhB0Sy65X9Ha5CSTqUNDcQpQ4PYpEzw9CrXaw-6yfDjWjKBH0VreNzX2QFOOVRatgYRL7Dc3ju46DoWdlyEwET/s1216/wonder_1698836320489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1216" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHklalqlypd2TQol3NlKefhK1q1ck6nwBrvP0nfBTBH4CXCAkn_NsG2OzWWFCe_LUFZpjrN53NSGy0r1oEUIJpnjr1_A5rf3TRyKos9OZhB0Sy65X9Ha5CSTqUNDcQpQ4PYpEzw9CrXaw-6yfDjWjKBH0VreNzX2QFOOVRatgYRL7Dc3ju46DoWdlyEwET/w640-h438/wonder_1698836320489.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br />We are shameless<br />Dividing by twelve<br />Our chances of survival</p><p>We are shameless<br />Breaking our toys<br />Breaking our laws</p><p>We are shameless<br />Willing for a better life<br />Willing for a better light</p><p>We are shameles<br />Unaware of what we are<br />White beggars<br />Lost in their own fate<br />Too fat to run<br />Too selfish to die<br /></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-42677622141683714612023-11-08T07:00:00.001+01:002023-11-08T07:00:00.141+01:00L'amour ne peut remplacer l'amour-propre<p>L'amour ne peut remplacer l'amour-propre.<br />Tu ne peux exiger de celle ou celui que tu aimes que son amour comble ton absence d'amour-propre.</p>
<p>Sinon, tu n'aimes pas :</p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">tu quémandes,</blockquote>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">tu mendies,</blockquote>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">puis tu exiges.</blockquote></blockquote>
<p>Commences par t'aimer,</p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">par être doux avec toi-même,</blockquote>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">par être attentif à toi,</blockquote>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">par être patient avec toi,</blockquote>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">puis aimes.</blockquote></blockquote>
<p>Et laisse enfin celle ou celui que tu aimes t'apporter ce qu'elle où il veut/peut t'apporter, et non pas ce que que tu veux qu'elle ou il t'apporte.</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-60718322987173423492023-11-06T06:30:00.003+01:002023-11-06T20:24:03.429+01:00Morning, gray morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58rd89kVleagTE7yf7LlJV3N8VnwPkdr-_heFJJfCrbnpWM_Utp-kGgPGHg4XupAMfzul-F40s8xt7dnwZCY_xOuWym3919_NHHRh5WAIoHeAaK80CS2ZUSP68I6nwucOgK6HBUya02clKgynMioraGXDYynqwClRs4pE6eBQi5IGv5O26Lnr4_pm5le1/s1024/wonder_1698763380761.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58rd89kVleagTE7yf7LlJV3N8VnwPkdr-_heFJJfCrbnpWM_Utp-kGgPGHg4XupAMfzul-F40s8xt7dnwZCY_xOuWym3919_NHHRh5WAIoHeAaK80CS2ZUSP68I6nwucOgK6HBUya02clKgynMioraGXDYynqwClRs4pE6eBQi5IGv5O26Lnr4_pm5le1/w400-h400/wonder_1698763380761.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Morning, gray morning<br />Sadness o'clock.<br />Everybody looks the same<br />On the streets paved with<br />Another's money</p><p style="text-align: left;">I put my panic on<br />And a hat that's not mine<br />I wear my appearance<br />So tight I believe it's me<br />And I walk the same streets<br />Paved with another's money<br /><br />In my morning, gray morning<br />I am glad I look the same<br />So that nobody knows<br />How colours bleed<br />Abundantly in me</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHxlUmeX_iO4kh7CWcTYMBoYVgvkOF5g1Ts6V3tSDciv1gNC-bUGUcgpE4eZ9EVDTiWfimAqs9Z38kRUESg6tFyHCMQBnqhJ2_SAHHZWadoh8UMAWabry7CfPUuw_akHW5gKKqfQP8RI-UvQH-NmxMwjnHtdEoaXtD7wsZ6GJcdwqvtXTsddvwIBjyE2d/s2048/wonder_1698763304617.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHxlUmeX_iO4kh7CWcTYMBoYVgvkOF5g1Ts6V3tSDciv1gNC-bUGUcgpE4eZ9EVDTiWfimAqs9Z38kRUESg6tFyHCMQBnqhJ2_SAHHZWadoh8UMAWabry7CfPUuw_akHW5gKKqfQP8RI-UvQH-NmxMwjnHtdEoaXtD7wsZ6GJcdwqvtXTsddvwIBjyE2d/w400-h400/wonder_1698763304617.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-89457273442618196142023-11-03T10:33:00.002+01:002023-11-03T10:33:27.360+01:00New! You can Buy Me a Coffee!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8orj-xjAG_xcT6wJj0Lh_VfHhrIzi5-Xvcup0Eu9NGEObSkCZVjo9UphqGRaCmMyPLwRAw0GnWoko3zbdakKkw8b7tjuW59RSz9mVQrGUXFcbIsXcDMjV-dWyl4_qfsjx2jharzvBR5-SHLdn9DFWF-89IARFy0jDEzfbTyOtOzQecCcA_mNPjxQ5oOh/s2263/BuyMeACoffee.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1588" data-original-width="2263" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8orj-xjAG_xcT6wJj0Lh_VfHhrIzi5-Xvcup0Eu9NGEObSkCZVjo9UphqGRaCmMyPLwRAw0GnWoko3zbdakKkw8b7tjuW59RSz9mVQrGUXFcbIsXcDMjV-dWyl4_qfsjx2jharzvBR5-SHLdn9DFWF-89IARFy0jDEzfbTyOtOzQecCcA_mNPjxQ5oOh/w400-h281/BuyMeACoffee.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>NEW! I created my personal page on <a href="https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jeanchristophe">Buy Me Coffee</a>. You can buy me a coffee (or more) to support my work in music and poetry.</p><p>NOUVEAU ! J'ai créé ma page personnelle sur <a href="https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jeanchristophe">Buy Me Coffee</a>. Vous pouvez m'offrir un café (ou plus) pour soutenir mon travail en musique et en poésie.</p><p><br /></p><p></p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-15602225542359636462023-11-02T07:00:00.002+01:002023-11-03T13:07:18.850+01:00The new shaman<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1o3pXztSeHvGnPnNRsv1P8myR99ijzx8jPbG_Bd19m6ahDrP2FEUTeg65t182ZhA41sdCJyj9Sr81wNfumhXVjAJV0Nil5_OgGxlAJP5bkw9jbLe1k0413D_n3nJPagylqpQ8ByJ9Wr60MEXEGIE91SW6JSb92n4WXTzL3rsrPFgPTDVIrBPWFRrJ03_0/s2048/wonder_1698762407905.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1o3pXztSeHvGnPnNRsv1P8myR99ijzx8jPbG_Bd19m6ahDrP2FEUTeg65t182ZhA41sdCJyj9Sr81wNfumhXVjAJV0Nil5_OgGxlAJP5bkw9jbLe1k0413D_n3nJPagylqpQ8ByJ9Wr60MEXEGIE91SW6JSb92n4WXTzL3rsrPFgPTDVIrBPWFRrJ03_0/w400-h400/wonder_1698762407905.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />In deep shadows, where spirits roam,<br />I wander through this earthly dome<br />A poet's heart, aflame with fire,<br />I dance upon the edge, desire!<p></p><p>With my weapons-words, I defy,<br />The chains that bind, the norms that lie<br />An enigma wrapped in mystery,<br />I am the poet of history</p><p>Through powerful dreams I sail,<br />On a ship of thoughts, I set my trail.<br />My poet's soul, untamed and wild,<br />With each verse, I reconcile</p><p>In the dark corners of my mind,<br />The restless spirits seek to find,<br />The essence of this mortal coil,<br />In verse and rhythm, I toil</p><p>I am the new shaman, they say,<br />A prophet lost, a soul astray<br />But in these lines, my truth does lie,<br />In the nights where poets cry</p><p>I embrace the chaos & the unknown,<br />The seeds of rebellion I have sown<br />Through poetry's lens, I see it all,<br />The rise and fall, the grand enthrall</p><p>So let the words flow like rivers deep,<br />As I navigate this realm in sleep<br />For in the realms of soul and rhyme,<br />I am immortal, beyond the confines of time</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8312069294588761565.post-41226379280880069112023-11-01T12:02:00.007+01:002023-11-01T12:02:51.566+01:00Poèmes en vue!<p>Durant tout le mois de novembre, je publierai régulièrement des poèmes en anglais illustrés par des images générées par une IA.</p>Jean-Christophehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800475887280196398noreply@blogger.com