Alain Fabre-Catalan

    Aile immo­bile, la joie sans signes, qui frémit sur le bord quo­ti­di­en où geint d’ennui l’ordinaire de l’abîme.   Tes­son con­tre le vent qui court, ce ciel a la main froide, et […]

  Frozen words, crys­tals or snow flakes in free fall. As you join them you observe how the voice is fit­ted togeth­er of humans. The core locked up, lan­guage a sword pierc­ing you, a […]

  Ear-shat­ter­ing actions, sound­less retreats, utter­ances fused in the silence Every­thing that did not even­tu­ate, was spo­ken of and met with no response, while no one nego­ti­at­ed over the loss­es. In the book of […]

  Cloud-bow. The clay ado­les­cent behind the win­dow pane is wound­ed. The ruined world can­not be restored. Place me fac­ing the image of my shad­ow, to whom you allowed to exit with­out me present. […]

  Voic­es were sanc­ti­fied in the mud, acces­si­ble to chis­el from with­in you their need for expres­sion. Like the val­ue of assim­i­lat­ing the cry­ing of the one harsh­ly defeat­ed by indif­fer­ence, the one gambling […]

Entre poésie et fic­tion poé­tique J‑P Védrines aime les exer­ci­ces les plus périlleux. Il n’est donc pas absurde de voir son héros pass­er du statut de clown au cirque Romano à celui de funambule. […]

  ( Vanidades seduc­toras )      Quisiera ser arbus­to en flor dormi­da      primer día de la  nue­va pri­mav­era      amanecer reple­to de amar­il­lo      oro seduc­tor o sedosa ámbar      que sople como […]

       Como árboles nace­mos      sin que medi­en pre­gun­tas habita­mos      la lib­er­tad ausente, som­bra frágil.      Pequeño ciprés fúne­bre, lamen­to      de muerte que cau­ti­va siem­pre lega.      Llo­ramos a los lares […]

       La caduci­dad del tiem­po per­mite      recu­per­ar su dulce con­sis­ten­cia.      Sus hojas anchas se vuel­can y arras­tran      las horas apartadas hacia el bosque      de la memo­ria. Árbol impasible […]