Against all odds
Show your friends your heart and your good faith,
Show your forehead to all your opponents.
Faithful to your nature and in accordance with your law:
Let the fools talk, listen to the sincere,
Consult the wise and walk in front of you.
Henri-Frédéric Amiel (1821-1881)
The share of dreams
The talisman
It is a discreet fire that hides in your soul,
But who trembles and quivers at every turn of fate:
It's hope! Defend this little flame well;
If the flame goes out, friend, your heart is dead.
Henri-Frédéric Amiel (1821-1881)
The Thinker
The reflections
Like a reflection
In the eyes of the fisherman
The color of the sea,
At this end of the evening,
He gave his son
The best birthday,
Happy to have caught her
In his bucket of water
The child leaves with the moon.
Stéphen Moysan
On the way to the horizon
Plenitude
Emptying oneself
Then let well-being
Invade our mind.
No more desire to go elsewhere,
No more past or future,
Here and now!
Enjoy the moment
For hours
The time of happiness.
Stéphen Moysan
I write my silences
If one sings of a god
If one sings a god,
this god gives you his silence.
None of us advances.
toward a silent god.
This imperceptible exchange
who makes us shiver,
becomes the inheritance of an angel
sans nous appartenir.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
Verger
The Dreaming Backpack
While you were
On the beach, this summer,
Or in the forest,
Have you imagined
What did your backpack dream of?
He dreamed of swallowing
Pencils, notebooks,
Then to go like we fly,
On the way to school.
Carl NORAC
At the school of clouds
At the school of clouds
We are discovering countries
Where no one has ever left
Not even the well-behaved children.
The sun with the rain
The storm with the lull
The weather
Jostle time
The faces
And the colors of our screams
In the courtyard of clearings.
Birds have no stories
The trees have no troubles
At the school of clouds
No child is punished
Dreams turn the pages
No lesson bores you.
It is the school of clouds
It opens you up to life.
Alain BOUDET
The dunce
He shakes his head no.
but he says yes with his heart
he says yes to what he loves
he says no to the teacher
he is standing
we question him
and all the problems are posed
suddenly he is overcome with uncontrollable laughter
and he erases everything
the numbers and the words
the dates and the names
the sentences and the traps
and despite the master's threats
under the jeers of the prodigy children
with chalks of all colors
on the blackboard of misfortune
he draws the face of happiness.
Jacques Prévert