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AQ

Two Inches from my Soul

Two Inches from my Soul

There is no Angel for the whole world, but one different for every heart. - A.Qin, April 29th 2015

Where have you,

With your seraphic wings,

Take off to

When the sky finally became clear in my eyes?

When the days were young,

In lonely afternoons,

Demons began their feast,

Crawling to a feeble body, chewing on its thin skin.

Their black flames covered her azure paradise,

As columns of smoke,

With the smell of burning flesh,

Formed the bars of an impenetrable cage.

As some traveling Birds wondered about the Fire,

Its Heat climbed the sky

And stabbed their eyes,

Eyes that suddenly became blind.

When her world became a furnace,

When her ears was solely listening to the rumbling of the flames,

When the sky was abandoned by almost all celestial beings,

You called the clouds and asked for a light drizzle.

Then, gradually, the Rain,

The Miracle of your words,

Devoured the Fire

And drowned the Demons.

However, like a gust of warm wind,

You brushed past this bruised soul,

With the gentleness and the subtleness of the thin air

That the child could only see through, but not perceive.

One decade died

As two words of gratitude lingered in her mouth,

As she searched for white feathers that shall fill her chest believed to be empty,

The invisible Feathers that had lain two inches from her.

Le Lac

Le Lac

Par A.Q., 26 mars 2015

Au salut du jour,

Le poison de l'Aube 

Demeure sur sa langue. 

Sa pluie de sel remplit 

Le Lac amer. 

Son orteil frôle la surface fragile de verre,

Toit mince de l'étang de sel,

Cédant à la force de l'Oubli,

Et ses pieds cherchent désespérément les profondeurs sans fin,

Mais frappent subitement la terre ferme,

Car, à l'apogée de l'Astre diurne,

Le Lac sec a hérité au Lac amer. 

Sous les yeux de l'Oubli, l'Amertume n'a pas de goût.

Sous les yeux de la Miséricorde, l'Amertume est sucrée.

Cœur gris

Cœur gris

Par AQ, 4 mars 2015

Courvercle morne

du printemps humide,

ficelles, chaînes des marionnettes aux yeux aveugles,

tombez 

vers les pousses qui se suffoquent,

vers les hommes qui tremblent dans la solitude

de la brume épaisse.

Si la lumière guide,

elle peut aussi tromper

dans le royaume des mille éclairs.

Le grognement sinistre paraît

tel le fracassement de deux corps sans compassion pour chacun,

deux taureaux qui écrasent leurs crânes, leurs fiertés, 

pour une pousse d'herbe ou un amour éphémère.

Morsure du froid,

grêle, glaçons, 

écrasez-vous sur la peau sensible 

de l'être privé de sa couverture,

la créature qui, sans sa coquille, n'est qu'une limace misérable...

You

You

By AQ, Feb. 25th 2015

Crimson,

Gold,

Bronze,

Elegant mosaic,

Shattered memories lie

Below the branches of Life,

Covering robust roots 

Sprouting from your soft womb;

Under the Garden of 

Colorless roses,

The fallen lives 

Slumber

In a bed of ice, 

Your crib of warmth,

Filled with soft, white feathers 

Of the Angel's wings;

Emerald fingers 

Shyly reach toward 

Your azure smile and 

Your milky eyes;

Their surprised, yet joyful cries 

Echoing through the dark brown haven

Where young buds hold on dearly

To your affection;

Vanilla white,

Orchid pink,

Lavender purple,

Blooming wonders,

Kings and queens of the grand bal,

Watch fluttering bodies waltz 

In the dazzling light of 

Your soul. 

For You, the tree for my leaf, the sky for my star, the world for my heart, 

Dear Mother. 

Couleurs

Couleurs

Par A.Q., le 8 février 2015

Ville sans nuit,

Monde des couleurs aveuglantes,

Où mille fourmis se dépassent dans les corridors,

Où les vies sans repos contournent les boîtes,

Placées sans uniformité de grandeur dans l'entrepôt en béton,

Certaines grattant le ciel, 

D'autres n'arrivant qu'au quart de ces dernières,

Ville où le Temps semble avoir perdu sa fin, 

Laisse la cacophonie venue de tes os gris 

Traverser la vitre du passé jusqu'à Celle partie au loin. 

Hourglass of the Snow

Hourglass of the Snow

By AQ, January 29th 2015

Drop your Hourglass

In the depths of the world

Beneath your shattered heart,

As your foot reaches for the 

Emptiness,

The Fate you chose

On your isolated isle in the 

Ever flowing ocean,

Where ships come and pass 

Without stopping for you.

The blinding Fog is your

Savior

As it draws a veil on the

Shadows surrounding you. 

In the dark light of one's own soul,

Open your hand and 

Hear

The glass

Shatter,

As grains of golden sand spread on the ever falling ground. 

You expected a smile on your face,

But the

Wind 

Blows away the thick layer suffocating your sight. 

Black fades into grey,

And the falling snow,

Brought by the breeze, 

Will fill the emptiness beneath your feet.

You will step on the ground again

As the grains of sand will gather inside the

Hourglass, 

Recovering from its broken parts.