Heart Penny

in the city of lost Angels
there’s a little shop of light

it’s open all night
it’s a joyful mess

the Shopkeeper is
the soul of kindness

the Moon costs two smiles
and all the stars are free

life lessons have no price
but Time and Love are so cheap

and you can buy Eternity
for only one Heart Penny

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

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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.

Last Dream (Winter’s Tale)

Most snowflakes
do not philosophize
nor do they worry
about falling to the ground.

But One of them
had a little boy’s soul
seeking to overcome
the fear of death.

One night shortly
before Christmas
he had one beautiful
last dream.

Snow had fallen.
Snow had melted.
Once upon a Spring morn
a snowdrop was born.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Love is Eternity

How long does a wing beat last?
How far away is the farthest Star?
We all are butterfly children.
We all fell from abyssal skies.

But the Sea remains aware.
We’re riding the crest of a dream,
and there is no reason to worry.
Waves of light will carry us home.

The Heart beats slow.
The Soul weighs nothing.
We already know
everything.

Love is Eternity.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

1980

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Avril. Train de banlieue.
Dernier printemps, ton hiver.
1980. Au revoir Isabelle :
ton âme n’est plus éternelle.

Novembre. Le temps a passé
et nos parents sont au ciel.
Infini bleu, soleil couchant :
le monde est couronné de lumière.

1980. Sombre éternité.
Mais je suis resté ton frère.
Lumière, autre nom de l’Amour.
Lumière, et ta vie recommence.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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April. Suburban train.
Last Spring, your Winter.
1980. Isabelle’s farewell.
Her soul has gone.

November. Many years later.
Our parents in Heaven.
Blue Infinite. Sunset.
A world crowned with Light.

1980. Dark eternity.
But I’m still your brother.
Light. Another word for Love.
Light. And your life begins again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

llustration: Ophelia (John-William Waterhouse, 1889)