Bilingues & Artistes Bilingues et Artistes: May 2014 | Page 5

For the man I met in 1964
Every bottle of absinthe stares
and I am tempted to stay
within the warm nest of their rejection.
Pictured naked every person
who’s here, who died
and somewhere inside the pulp is my home.
I had buried neither money nor name
If I carry photographs of her
fragile like laughter in the emptied bars
it is that I have found my way back.

1974 Junior,
Acrylic on Wood,
Gabriel Nahmini,
Ter*IB

Memory
A sip of wine is left
about your mouth
Softly I can open my lips
like a chest inhaling
we float.
The cherry trees stretch
The white sea
catches
me takes
me someplace far
in my memory
we float
Sometimes I think
I’ve lived before.

Aïli Izsak-Niimura

Sans Titre,
Joséphine Martin, 1*
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