MANTRA

                                Try to remember 

     TRY TO REMEMBER THE KIND OF SEPTEMBER

     WHEN LIFE WAS SLOW AND, OH, SO MELLOW.

    TRY TO REMEMBER THE KIND OF SEPTEMBER

     WHEN GRASS WAS SO GREEN AND GRAIN WAS YELLOW.

    TRY TO REBEMBER THE KIND OF SEPTEMBER

    WHEN YOU WERE A TENDER AND CALLOW FELLOW,  

    TRY TO REMEMBER  AND IF YOU REMEMBER THAN FOLLOW.

    TRY TO REMEMBER WHEN LIFE WAS SO TENDER

    THAT NO ONE WEPT EXCEPT THE WILLOW.

    TRY TO REMEMBER THAT WHEN LIFE WAS SO TENDER THAT

     DREAMS WERE KEPT BESIDE YOUR PILLOW.

    TRY TO REMEMBER WHEN LIFE WAS SO TENDER THAT

     LOVE WAS AN EMBER ABOUT TO BILLOW.

     TRY TO REMEMBER AND IF YOU REMEMBER THAN FOLLOW.

     DEEP IN DECEMBER  IT’S NICE TO REMEMBER

     ALTHO YOU KNOW THE SNOW WILL FOLLOW.

     DEEP IN DECEMBER IT’S NICE TO REMEMBER

     WITHOUT THE HURT THE HEART IS HOLLOW.

     DEEP IN DECEMBER IT’S NICE TO REMEMBER

     THE FIRE OF SEPTEMBER THAT MADE US MELLOW.

     DEEP IN DECEMBER OUR HEARTS SHOULD REMEMBER AND FOLLOW.

                                          (TRY TO REMEMBER  by HARRY BELAFONTE)

                     L’amour en rimes

    Hommage émouvante au poète Guillaume Apollinaire

 (la voix de Jean-Louis Trintignant sera soutenue por l’ccordéon de Daniel Mille et le violoncelle de Grégoire Korniluk)

     Et se la poésie était finalement le seul vrai langage?

  Celui qui relie les âmes, les coeurs et les corps au monde?

  Celui qui rend palpables, au rythme des vers, les vibrations qui animent notre vie?

   La voix lente et grisée de l’acteur nous emporte sur les notes de Daniel Mille et Grégoire Korniluk, car l’accordéon et le violoncelle l’accompagnent sur scène pour évoquer l’indicible.

       L’émotion est totale.

       in Migros Magazine  

    bom dia.

                                la dulce vacuidad del pensamiento

                          OBNUBILADA ENTRE LA FICCIÓN Y LA REALIDAD

                                     ZOÉ VALDÉS IN   LA ETERNIDAD del INSTANTE

    Os Sábios de Sivana acreditavam piamente  que viver um dia sem riso ou sem amor era um dia sem vida.

               …

  ROBIN S. SHARMA in O Monge que Vendeu o seu Ferrari

  Houve dias em que te ouvi inspirares-me fundo.

  A expiração sabia, mas não nos denunciou…

  Inspirou.

  E vivemos dentro de ti,

  assim.

Quem dera ser aquela ponta de cigarro adormecida entre os teus dedos pelo embalar da tua boca…