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le baiser ce fut un murmure, ce fut un délire, son de toutes les lyres dans l'azur. ce fut une pluie de roses très fines, presque mousselines sur la nuit. ce fut une aurore, une aurore etrange, où passait des anges aux yeux d'or. ce fut, il effleure, un parfum d'ivresse, union de caresses et de fleurs. et parmi les ailes, ces odeurs légères, parmi ces voix claires, un appel. o Douceur, rosée, chansons, espérance, l'amour sa naissance, ton baiser... ce fut un murmure, ce fut un délire, son de toutes les lyres dans l'azur. poème: baron fersen musique: nicole renaud |
the kiss it was a murmur, a madness, the sound of lyres in the azure sky. it was a rain of delicate roses, almost tranparent in the night. it was a sunrise, a strange dawn, where angels walked with golden eyes. it was - floating - an intoxicating perfume, a union of caress and flowers. amidst wings, light scents amongst bright voices, a call! ah, softness, morning dew, songs and hope. love at its birth: your kiss!... it was a murmur, a madness, the sound of lyres in the azure sky poem: baron fersen music: nicole renaud |
il bacio fu un bisbiglio, fu un delirio, una sinfonia nel'azzuro fu una pioggia, di finissime rose, un velo di seta sulla notte. fu un'aurora, una strana aurora, passagio di angeli dagli occhi d'oro fu -sforia- un profumo di ebrezza, unione di carezza e fiori. e tra le ali, di odori leggeri, tra voci chiare, un richiamo! oh! dolcezza, rugiada, canzone, speranze, l'amore alla sua nascita: il tuo bacio! fu un bisbiglio, fu un delirio, una sinfonia nel'azzuro poesia: baron fersen musica: nicole renaud |
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| capri, turn of the century. a french baron, the baron fersen. his palace, the villa lysis. opium interludes, lover’s despair, eroticism avant garde, poetry... one festive night in 1923, he raised to his lips a goblet of champagne laced with cocaine. his last breath drifted away on the breeze. a wave brought his azure melancholy back to me. nicole renaud |
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