Portraits

Tuesday 6 September 2011
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Anne-Claire

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She is totally crazy
The lukewarm apathetic say of me
And they pull a face in disgust
Step aside and close ranks
 
It is true my heart is often boiling
When I’m in something, I am completely
I make no calculations, would give everything
Not even thinkinf of covering my back
 
But then, there is that other slower pace too
When my arms are an open fire corner
My smiles so sweet, my voice so soft
For my dear ones, I am just all silk


Deniz

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Idealism makes me get up in the morning
I’ll maybe make my mark on history ?
Is materialism really the only way ?
No. I’ll never lose hope
 
He who makes a friend has found treasure
Happiness is only real when it is shared
All those invaluable hearts around me
I simply want to love and help them
 
Reading, what a great pastime it is !
It enriches my knowledge of the world
 
In all situations, I can but
Be forbearing and lenient
And though I’m rather the serious type
I never forget to put a smile on
Life is captivating, isn’t it ?
Let’s try to live it with some frenzy


Caronine

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One thing is sure, I’m not tall
But my heart is really big.
I’m the one who leads the battle
Always fighting with unbridled passion
 
It is a piece of cake
To make me smile
And if you had a go at it
You would indeed do me a favour
 
My family means much to me
And seeing them one a month
Is more valuable than gold
As is spending time with them
 
I might be a bit too nosy
The fact is I like discovering
All the great things
That life has got in store
 
The ten of us in this adventure
Will sure all become friends
As affinities will appear
Before we’ll have to leave each other


Laurie

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The pink of love has put a spell on me,
My friends are my best supporters.
The yellow of the sun makes me sparkle
With projects of all sorts.

The red of the cross has called me
I can’t resist giving a hand, helping people
The green of nature fills me with wonder
On horseback you’ll see me come and go

I never stop nor rest nor laze about
Horse-riding, theatre-acting, Red-Crossing
I’m always busy doing something
Nothing can stop me if I have dared start it
And I love speaking and sharing so much


Margot

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A chick is nothing
Compared to a turkey cock
And a mere water pill
Yet just think about it for a while :
Though being far from perfect,
She is still there
The dear darling one
 
When they all sing Abba’s songs
You’ll find her at the piano
With nothing more than a snack
Something like a pot of jam
 
She is keen on painting
Listening to Tchaikovski’ s music full volume
Until her brother starts wingeing
That he can’t concentrate on writing anymore
Yet what is to be feared
Is the insensitive smell
Of a brush he uses to paint
 
Her soul is so enthusiastic
Her kind heart a real quality
Especially when the feeling
Is not that of a calf !


Marie-Gaëlle

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On the last night of winter
An infinite revolt was born
A first cry in the universe
Un regard indéfini 
 
In my imaginary world
The angel of truth appeared
They condemned me
Eliminated the intruder
 
Mixing an out-of-place honesty
In a smooth-talkers’ world
I had a long way to go 
To move away from the blind
 
Through innumerable pains 
My part of humanity 
Confines in locatures 
I can only scream it
 
In the last night of summer
An infinite battle was born
A first blow of sword
A look that was understood


Natalia

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More noble than the rapier
Less swindling than the dagger
It is so much prouder
And will never trap one
Dangerous, without any doubt
Implacable
But overproud too
A formidable arm
 
Pride and prejudice are its master words
Prejudice because it is manipulative
An observer relentlessly looking fora flaw
Pushing its opponent to a false move
In its elegant ballet 
It remains fleeting.
Sharp in front of injustice.
And injustice can sometimes be spiteful
 
It strikes or is stricken
Precise
It breaks or is broken
Yet never surrenders.
Proud and yet touchy
It acts, conclusive
Powerful and yet fragile
It acts, impulsive
 
Hurt, Gone blind with emotion
It has made the mistake
Knocked down
Filled with sorrow and fright
Slender shape
Trapped
Its soul is so fragile
Yet, it must stand up again and keep at it
 
This is the other one it needs
To find its lost dreams back
This is the other one it needs
it is not yet
To find its dreams back
Lethal arm
The foil
Real arm.


Paul

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Telling you about me
Is – much to my dismay -
Not an easy thing for me
Yet I’m not the kind to give up too easily;
I’m not really punctual
But I do put my heart and soul into what I do,
I think life is great
Even if there is still a lot to do to get rid
Of all the noise people make
 
As you must have noticed
I can be short of inspiration
Even when I’m sitting at my desk
How strange it is indeed!
Poetry is definitely not my cup of tea
But now that I’m at it, why not have a go ?
No… For me it is all null and void
If it is only part of the diary

Now you know me (a bit) better
What do you think my name is ?
Anyway I’ll stop here with this poem
Yes, I’m sorry but that’s it !


Sébastien

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Describing myself is no easy task
To start with, I’m in the world of art
Piano and guitar, acting and watching films
If there is art nearby, I’m in

As far as my character is concerned
Punctuality is not my forte
But I’m always a good audience, as for me
From far or near, humour is never stupid

Listening to music part of my likes
Be it electro, old, synthé or classical
If it is good, it is good for me, as it is with
Films, adventure, S-F, drama or comedy


Tanguy

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