waves crashing on shore wipe away
footprints in the sand
my hand will turn into dust
and so will yours
the wind blows
leaves and children fall
and flowers bloom
in silent stone gardens
but words
follow the Soul home
and tears dry up
like dew in the sun
Love is beyond space
Love is beyond time
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Let there be a Garden.
A Garden of Words
where the breeze blows slowly
and time goes back.
Ivy covered walls and a bench
facing the beautiful sunrise,
jasmine and clematis
climbing up old pear trees,
small white roses
humbly standing in the light
and shy patient ferns
with closed eyes.
A place like this is rare.
But now we can find it.
Please come whenever you like.
I will always be there.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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De ces quelques mots
je fais un jardin.
Un jardin caché derrière
un mur de lierre.
J’y ai planté du jasmin
qui grimpe dans un vieil arbre sage
et j’y ai mis un banc
d’où l’on voit peut voir
le soleil levant.
Et de petites roses blanches,
et de patientes fougères
aux grands yeux fermés.
Viens !
Ce jardin est le tien.
Et toujours tu pourras
m’y retrouver.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
It’s not springtime
yet Spring is in the air.
Birds seem not to care
and roses confuse
dreams with reality.
But shadows lengthen
and the robin’s heart
beats faster and faster.
September farewell.
There so little time left.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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Un air de printemps
flotte sur le jardin.
L’oiseau semble indifférent
et la rose prend
ses rêves pour la réalité.
Mais les ombres s’allongent
et le cœur du rouge gorge
bat la chamade.
Adieu Septembre.
Il reste si peu de temps.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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© Frédéric Georges Martin
Not far from the sea
we’ll live in a place of light
and gentle peace.
Behind whitewashed walls
I will plant wild lavender
and myrtle,
and sometimes before
fire angels open
the gates of dawn
shiny stars will fall
from ebony skies –
I saw them in a dream!
Thus we’ll grow old and wise
and neither Night nor Death
shall be able to separate us.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Non loin de la mer
nous vivrons dans la lumière
et dans la paix.
Derrière des murs blanchis à la chaux
j’aurai planté des lavandes sauvages
et du myrte,
et parfois,
avant que des anges de feu
ouvrent grand les portes de l’aube,
de brillantes étoiles tomberont
des cieux d’ébène.
En rêve, je les ai vues !
Ainsi nous vieillirons ensemble
et ni la Nuit ni la Mort
ne pourront nous séparer.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
give Him a broken umbrella
He’d like to get wet in the rain
give Him seven-league boots
He dreams to walk among the stars
give Him the closed book of destiny
He can guess the story
give Him a bit of your time
and listen to your heartbeat
He loves to hear
the sound of a Life
alive
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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
