tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89217463764411721202012-02-16T07:58:44.177-04:00Auteur compositeur interprète, Poésie, chansons, peinture, sculpture..PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-36627865579795588972007-05-28T01:31:00.000-04:002007-05-28T01:35:07.228-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rlppv2-M7DI/AAAAAAAAEEs/Wqhq3y3BAuc/s1600-h/HPIM1944.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rlppv2-M7DI/AAAAAAAAEEs/Wqhq3y3BAuc/s400/HPIM1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069480601490091058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cascade en son de piano</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Le sol mou caressé<br />les pointes d'un rat<br />les pointes des rats<br />sautillent sautillent<br />cliquètement dans l’espace.<br /><br />L’eau coule<br />le corps de l’homme<br />suit son ombre<br />les mains écorchées.<br /><br />Cri avec sa féminine<br />enroulement de marionnette.<br /><br />Le pianiste a les yeux cachés<br /><br />la note est esquissée<br /><br />Une pointe de rat.<br />un pas et cetera<br />ça frétille ça frétille<br />nageoires de sirène aux as.<br /><br />L’eau coule<br />le corps de l’homme<br />suit son ombre<br />onde d’un ricochet.<br /><br />La danseuse est féline<br />rugissement dent de fauve<br /><br />le pianiste un duo en déhanché.<br /><br />La note est esquissée.<br /><br />Vague en surface<br />marche sur la mer<br />le vent se dévoile<br />regard face à face.<br /><br />Le pianiste a terminé.<br /><br />La paix survole l’espace.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Parhal<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921746376441172120-3662786557979558897?l=parhal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-35778967025376341952007-04-25T17:37:00.000-04:002007-04-25T17:45:52.566-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Ri_L_DoD6sI/AAAAAAAAEEA/dIqAsFKHSMA/s1600-h/ma+fleur.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Ri_L_DoD6sI/AAAAAAAAEEA/dIqAsFKHSMA/s400/ma+fleur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057485190725888706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Cette fleur me parle souvent...</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Le repos, son oeil, ses gestes, </span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >elle me parle, alors je l'écoute,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >et puis j'écris...</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Les lignes de la tendresse,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >c'est beau, parle la paresse,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Cette fleur me parle.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >P.Parhal</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921746376441172120-3577896702537634195?l=parhal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-74531307148123843182007-04-02T03:10:00.000-04:002007-04-02T03:10:16.491-04:00<a href="http://parhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/parhal-par-mika.html#links">PARHAL: Parhal par Mika</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921746376441172120-7453130714812384318?l=parhal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-70935459319094837072007-03-31T08:14:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:18:48.042-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg5RnnJ1HhI/AAAAAAAACYw/JeqFdoFScEw/s1600-h/HPIM1499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg5RnnJ1HhI/AAAAAAAACYw/JeqFdoFScEw/s400/HPIM1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048061973295865362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mon corps est fatigué<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br />Les membres flagellés par le sang,<br />tout est mou, le sang est chaud,<br />le destin des veines gonflées.<br /><br />Le sommeil aux yeux d’allumettes<br />les tempes résonnent, elles cognent,<br />les tocsins des églises sont faibles.<br /><br />La sueur coulera les lendemains…<br /><br />Son corps est fatigué.<br /><br />Je l’aime, aux travers des éclairs,<br />ses orages abritent nos niches d’azur,<br />bras emmêlés ne cherchent pas la raison.<br /><br />Les ressorts ondulent avec l’horizon,<br />les yeux dans le vague, des poissons,<br />offrande des écailles aux reflets d’argent.<br /><br />La sueur coulera les lendemains…<br /><br />Nos corps sont fatigués.<br /><br />Cet amour aux figures lointaines,<br />des vents en pluie de larmes,<br />le temps avec ses guérisons.<br /><br />Elle-même, l’amour ne crève pas,<br />protection pour l’oubli de soi-même,<br />notre aura au mitan des fontaines.<br /><br />Diling dong dong diling fontaine…<br /><br />Les corps sont cadencés.<br /><br />Musique entendue protège le monde,<br />les mots sont en tempo pianissimo,<br />la vie va trop vite à reculons.<br /><br />Rêves élevés sur des couches de mots,<br />dire je t’aime, pour quelle soit soi-même,<br />nos regards résistants à la puissance.<br /><br />Nos corps sont fatigués<br /><br />Parhal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921746376441172120-7093545931909483707?l=parhal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-85972297973808231112007-03-30T11:14:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:12:03.099-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg5P_3J1HgI/AAAAAAAACYo/fcExxCGDZsM/s1600-h/les+yeux+en+appel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg5P_3J1HgI/AAAAAAAACYo/fcExxCGDZsM/s320/les+yeux+en+appel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048060190884437506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Belle allumeuse</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Blondes aux ocres orangés</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">vert de vos beaux yeux</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">d’une femme surprotégée.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Petite hanche en vol plané,</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">l’œil secret sur une ligne jaune</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">respecte le carré bleu de mes idées.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">La belle allumeuse s’envole aussitôt</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sur un grand bateau aux ailes lumineuses.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">En incognito,</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">« je m’envole » susurre l’empoisonneuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ça colle au paletot des fringues de la belle épineuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sa peau sur la mousse des nuages</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">glisse entre mer sur un fond bleu.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">S’envole aussitôt la belle allumeuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sans vouloir vous déranger</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">l’aube a reposé les yeux</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">d’une femme surprotégée.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Petite hanche folle à glaner,</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">l’œil secret sur une ligne jaune</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">inspecte le carré bleu de mes idées.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">La belle allumeuse s’endort aussitôt</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">l’homme du bateau aux ailes lumineuses</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">est incognito, « je m’endors » susurre la baratineuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ça colle au paletot ! Belle dingue tu as été fameuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ta peau sur la mousse des nuages</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">glisse entre mer sur le fond bleu.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">S’endort aussitôt la belle allumeuse.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tous droits réservés par Parhal, mars 2002.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921746376441172120-8597229797380823111?l=parhal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PARHALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15808942975650611327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921746376441172120.post-19030981460250247082007-03-30T11:08:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:09:32.024-04:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg0n6nJ1DpI/AAAAAAAAB50/YgdL-mTcomo/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6Ry0b2MCS60/Rg0n6nJ1DpI/AAAAAAAAB50/YgdL-mTcomo/s400/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">La vierge de mon âme</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Oeil se plisse, ride glisse,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"> nuages me remplissent.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">La vierge de mon âme </a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">est éloignée,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">son esprit, rue des Martyrs,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">empoignée,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">son cœur, rue des Abbesses,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">ses belles pauses</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">résonnent en carillon,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">madame des rues se confesse.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Œil se plisse, ride glisse,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">nuages me remplissent.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Cerveau embrumé</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">aux images des gouttes d’iris,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">sa peau est aussi lisse</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">qu’un être aimé.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">La vierge de mon âme</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">lointaine,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">je m’endors avec sa pensée</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"> câlinant </a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">ses douces envies de vivre.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Paupières enfumées</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">barbe d’une journée</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">bouche peu fatiguée.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Le visage en paysage imagine.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Un chat passe en réglisse,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">les sons de la gorge crissent,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">narines enrhumées. </a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Les passants marchent</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">sur les sans-abris,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">respiration muée sans délice,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">une froideur de pisse.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Hier, une allumée,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">baiser d’une aimée,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">bouche peu fatiguée,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">fait tomber de l’escalier</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">des pièces de monnaie.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Le paysage en visage imagine.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Cette dame voleuse</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">de pièces pauvres</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">me donne la jaunisse.</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">Monsieur le Président,</a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">sortez, </a><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext">la honte de votre poche.</a><br /><a 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