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Magnificent Bernard Dimey disappeared and quite little known, but what a talent as a poet

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Since July 28, only 4 views for such a beautiful text, I bring it up from the depths of his night, I owe him that

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A pillar of poetry!

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Bernard Dimey said by Serge Reggianni

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Serge Reggiani, a monument of French song.

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At a time when everyone remains cloistered in their terror, At a time when idiots behind their keyboards from morning until evening type their eternal morbid obsessions” get vaccinated, get vaccinated ”, it is good to hear at times a hymn to life. And yes, despite what hits us head on, let us know how to enjoy the happiness of life. Reggiani tells us this in a wonderful way

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what Boris Vian tells us in a very Rimbaldian style

I don't want to die

Before having known

Black dogs of Mexico

Who sleep without dreaming

Bare ass monkeys

Devourers of the tropics

The silver spiders

In the nest full of bubbles

I don't want to die

Without knowing if the moon

Under his false air of money

On one pointed side

If the sun is cold

If the four seasons

Are really only four

Without having tried

To wear a dress

On the grand boulevards

Without having looked

In a sewer manhole

Without having put on my cock

In weird corners

I don't want to finish

Without knowing leprosy

Or the seven diseases

That we catch there

The good nor the bad

Wouldn't hurt me

If yes if I knew

That I will have the New Year

And there is also

All I know

Everything I like

That I know who I like

The green bottom of the sea

Where the strands of seaweed waltz

On the wavy sand

The roasted grass of June

The cracking earth

The smell of conifers

And the kisses of her

Than this than that

This beauty is

My Teddy Bear, Ursula

I don't want to die

Before having used

His mouth with my mouth

Her body with my hands

The rest with my eyes

I won't say any more

Stay reverential

I wouldn't want to die

Without having invented

Eternal roses

The two hour day

The sea in the mountains

The mountain to the sea

The end of the pain

Color newspapers

All the children happy

And so much more

Who sleep in skulls

Great engineers

Jovial gardeners

Concerned socialists

Urban planners

And thoughtful thinkers

So much to see

To see and hear

So long to wait

To search in the dark

And I see the end

Who swarms and who comes

With his ugly face

And who opens his arms to me

Of a crooked frog

I don't want to die

No sir no ma'am

Before having felt

The taste that torments me

The taste that is the strongest

I don't want to die

Before having tasted

The taste of death...

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Another beautiful poem from Dimey

The children of Luxor

When I feel, some evenings, my life unraveling
And a flock of vultures hover around me,
To keep my cool, I feel in my pocket
A stone picked up in the Valley of the Kings.
If I died tomorrow, I would have in my memory
The impeccable drawing of a golden sarcophagus
And to accompany me along the black banks
The bright smile of the children of Luxor.

Inside you know you have to go down
With slow steps, in the dark and without letting go of the thread,
Calm and silent, without trying to understand,
To the rhythm of the boats gliding on the Nile,
It's true, life is nothing, dreams are too fast,
We love each other, we tear each other apart, we show our teeth,
However, I would have liked to build my Pyramid
And that all my friends could sleep in it.

How many papyrus rolled up in my head
Will not see the light of day...or will be forgotten
As fast as me?… My legend is getting ready,
I am like a desert that has been poorly searched.
If I died tomorrow, I would no longer have fear
Neither from the beak of the vulture nor from the eye of the cobra.
They ruled over so many extinct dynasties…
And time, like a river, with the strength of the arms...

The children of Luxor are four millennia old,
They dance on the walls and always in profile,
But they know how to free themselves from stones effortlessly

As the sun sets over the Nile.
I'm thinking of leaving without anyone noticing
Neither the good nor the bad that will be said about me
But I will put everything at the bottom of my boat
The stone picked up in the Valley of the Kings

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In the gardens of my memory,
On the calm waters of a pond
Where the unicorns come to drink
I saw your eyes reflected.
I fear the spells
And only approach me trembling
To better let myself be trapped
That I feared for so long.

In the Mandrake garden
I venture out every night,
Walking until dawn
Despite your shadow that follows me.
The phoenix bird with its superb flight
Can disappear and come back,
His ashes scattered in the grass
You make me remember.

In the blue garden of hopes
I saw the peacocks dancing at night
On the arpeggios of silence
Where does my boredom end up?
But at the first breath of breeze
The sound of your voice comes back to me
And the dream suddenly breaks,
Nothing remains of our love.

(Bernard Dimey

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Under the Mirabeau Bridge by Serge Reggiani

Poetry is music, that's why, in my opinion, it must be listened to and not just read

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magnificent Bernard Dimey

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU…
you will have to come with me, on the roads
bathed in sun and moon, day after night
along the hollow paths which outline the ribs of the world
to infinity,
At dawn, at the dew,
white sun rising to the zenith
before being swallowed up, a disk of living blood, in
the calm waters of the sea…

At random crossroads and deserted squares,
villages without churches, houses without windows, land
waves without children, without police or thieves.
By the forest paths, where we will flush out
frightened deer,
through the merciless streets of cities of steel, of smoke,
pylons and noise
and by the desert tracks.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
you will have to follow me through the sand and the stones,
through fear and thirst,
and then one day I will drag you into the depths
of the sea and we will walk side by side, through
the coral gardens…
The anemones with slender and fierce fingers will wave
feverishly at the passing of our love
and the monsters of the abyssal prairies will open their
multiple eyes where phosphorus flourishes…

The ray, with slowed wings, will precede us across
The savannahs of blue and purple algae.
And we will walk side by side, surrounded by fish
of Apocalypse, with clawed fins, with golden eyes
green, with diamond jaws.

We will go, hand in hand, along the paths
strangers lost at the bottom of the ocean,
without disturbing the sleep of large sleeping crustaceans
for millennia.
We will go slowly, walking on sponges,
discovering ancient, Cretan or
Phoenicians,
and I will offer you the bracelets of white gold thanks to which
a sailor dead for twenty centuries hoped to win
the favors of a Roman courtesan
before disappearing one night into the sea.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
you will have to follow me everywhere,
I will take you to all the pilgrimages and all the
sanctuaries will open their doors to us.

We will go and pray together, prostrate side by side,
mixed with believers of all races, with penitents
of all the colors,
so that all possible gods protect our love
and extend it…
In the swirling sun of Mecca I will collect
for you the torn voice of the muezzin, escaped from his
throat like a twisted flame and the wind
burning, mixed with sand, knotted and twisted around
minarets of the holy city.

We will buy prayer wheels in a
lamasery on the road
and we will climb together the incredible slopes that
lead to the roof of the world...
And you will follow me to the top of Mount Everest, because I
want to get as close as possible to the sky with you

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
If necessary, we will spend a whole night meditating,
in a smoky monastery, among the monks
mask of purest serenity
whose shaved head seems as perfect as the old ones
pebbles shaped by the oceans since the earliest days
of the world…

We will listen to the oldest of them speak,
without understanding a single word, a single syllable, but we
Let's go together to kiss the bottom of her dress and impregnate ourselves
of his goat's smell

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
we will plunge our bodies at the same moment into
the rotten water of the Ganges, in Benares

We will seek purification in the swirls of
this giant river which stirs together the cursed excrement
of the untouchable pariah and the priceless ashes of
Late Mahatma.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
your eyes must not be deprived of a single one
wonder,
all the shows in the world;
all enchantments are due to you.
And it's me who will lead you along the tracks
innumerable astonishment.

We will go and taste mint tea, squatting on mats
and we will see the Ouled-Nails dance to the body of
liana and snakes in heat.

Perched on a snow camel, you will follow me
from one oasis to another, between the sparkling dunes, under the
sky studded with gold
along the silent tracks.

Before our eyes, the black scorpion will court the rose of
sands, and the mirage of thirst will rise before, on
a distant horizon at every moment, cathedrals of
crystal and salt organs…

The matador with the smile engraved on a Cordoba leather mask
will throw the toro's ear towards you, my love,

and your swallow's heart will open the same evening, when the moon
in its perfect roundness will climb the steps of the troop,
slowly on the sky,
at a time when guitars bloom and sob
endlessly...

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

you will have to follow me tirelessly and never close your eyes.
You will come and get lost with me in the stupid crowd
who turns around fool rides like the donkey
around the noria…

we will drink hot beer and aramon with them
fairground dive
in order to participate in the republican disgust
maintained by terrible smells of frying.

You will follow me on the Ferris wheel and on the Tower of Babel,
which allows today's man to go back to the monkey
for a pittance.

We will both go back there,

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU…

Later,
we will follow the medieval processions barefoot
black or gray penitents, hidden under their
hoods to the terrifying Spanish Good Fridays.

We will go and mingle at lavish parties and
formidable, during which swirl
tirelessly on themselves, great niggers
screaming,
hidden under a disguise of birds with plumage
of incredible splendor.

We will spend whole nights filming
among the masks carved in ebony,
leopard claw necklaces and canine bracelets,
in the dizzying and furious anger of the dance and
spells.
Together,
squatting in the dust, we will go and drink the fresh blood,
our mouth stuck to the gaping artery of the slain buffalo and we
we will distinguish the reflection of our faces in his wide open eyes,
still alive...

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
I will invite around your bed
a troupe of Chinese jugglers, who will be able to bewitch plates
and transform the sails with a single gesture and a smile
of silk which will become clouds and storms
and from which flights of cranes and herons will escape…

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
I will know how to find out for you
edelweiss and black rose,
the jade flute and the moonstone,
the phoenix bird and the nightingale of the Emperor of China,
a lamb from Bethlehem and Veronica’s linen.

And you,
you my love, because you don't love me
I know that you will offer me the crowing of the rooster three times,
the kiss of Judas,
the arrow and the poison,
the flute and the cobra.

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