Cloud Cake (Poetic Recipe)

Mix butter, Broken Dreams Powder,
cinnamon and Sunrise liquor.

Add three Phoenix eggs,
one at a time. Beat well together.

Mix New Moon Powder,
Star flour, and rainbow zest.

Add to the butter mixture.
Stir gently until well combined.

Bake in a pre-heated oven
for 30-35 minutes (Quantum Time)

Enjoy hot or warm,
with a glass of champagne.

Drink to Eternity.
All your Dreams are alive!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Entre Cielo y Mar

Ensemble nous avons marché
sur une plage de sable noir.
– Me acuerdo.

Etoiles sans nombre, mondes imaginaires,
en Nous.
– Me maravillo.

Entre Ciel et Mer.
Est-ce là que nous sommes nés ?
– Lo creo.

Pourrons nous retrouver
le chemin de l’immortalité ?
– No lo dudo.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Together we walked
on a black sand beach.
– Me acuerdo.

Countless stars, Dream Worlds,
within Us.
– Me maravillo.

Between Sea and Sky.
Is it the place where we were born?
– Lo creo.

Will we find the path back
to immortality?
– No lo dudo.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Plage de sable noir © 2018 – F.G.M.

Birds of Paradise

Whether the Moon hides Her face
or She gives you
a gentle smile of grace,

if you believe in Parables
and remember Love
works miracles,

the Night of Christmas Eve
Birds of paradise will take you
under their silver wings.

Brave bearers of Hope,
keepers of the divine Spark
that lives inside the Heart,

they fly through the dark
they bring the stars to Earth
and make your Dreams

come true.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Birds of Paradise (Vicente Manansala, XXth century)

Heart Wisdom

In a city of shadows and light
I met three men claiming to be wise.

The great Traveler said
travel and stop traveling.

The clever Teacher said
teach and stop teaching.

The seasoned Farmer said
harvest and stop harvesting.

Then I walked past
a deaf and dumb Beggar

and read what he had written
on the grimy sidewalk

love and never stop loving.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Paris-loin-de-la-mer

Paris-loin-de-la-mer
you did take me into your arms
when I was born.

Alas, wooden boats of yours
do not know what salt tastes like
nor they hear the mermaids singing.

Paris-loin-de-la-mer
maybe you did make
some of my dreams come true,

but I’m the ungrateful child
of your low skies,
Paris-loin-de-la-mer

and I don’t want to die by your side.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Paris-loin-de-la-mer
tu m’a pris dans tes bras
quand je suis né.

Hélas, tes bateaux de bois
ne connaissent ni le goût du sel
ni n’entendent le chant des sirènes.

Pourtant, Paris-loin-de-la-mer,
quelques-uns de mes rêves
c’est bien toi qui les réalisas.

Mais je suis l’enfant ingrat
de tes ciels bas, aussi,
Paris-loin-de-la-mer,

je veux pas mourir auprès de toi.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Bateaux rêveurs, Paris. © 2017– F.G.M.

The Night will save me

The black wolf let out a howl.
The beast lurks in my chest.
My house is made of straw:
how could I get some rest?

But I’m in love with the Sea,
and it’s bigger than Fate.
Eternity remains undefined,
my soul can ride the wind:

every time I watch the Stars
I get my breath back,
so when they’re about to pounce
the Night will save me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin