My sobs,
My tears,
All the time that I have cried
Honestly,
And lonely,
I have given everything I had.
Those noises,
Or broken toys,
Was mine until the bomb.
The silence
This absence
It is me in my room like a body in its tomb.
Now,
Somehow,
I would to go back in time.
Because,
I'm close,
Close to break down my mind.
It's always,
By those ways,
That it begins and finiches.
I want,
I can't
Turn this flame into ashes…
Newest Deviations
Literature
Me, alone in my room
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0
Literature
Error takls about us
What is done is done.
Nothing could change the past.
We can just turn the light on,
And contemplate our act.
We are only human,
And nothing could change it.
One wrong step, and we are broken.
And no one could health it.
Even if it isn't your fault.
There is always consequence.
This isn't a fault,
This is bad chance.
When everything become dark,
And you believe that you can't be pardoned,
A little razzle spark
Welcomes the pain that you cried.
A single peep can turn into a blaze.
A butterfly's wing can do more.
But it works both ways.
This is what love is for.
Nothing could change the past.
We can just turn the light on,
And contemplate our act.
We are only human,
And nothing could change it.
One wrong step, and we are broken.
And no one could health it.
Even if it isn't your fault.
There is always consequence.
This isn't a fault,
This is bad chance.
When everything become dark,
And you believe that you can't be pardoned,
A little razzle spark
Welcomes the pain that you cried.
A single peep can turn into a blaze.
A butterfly's wing can do more.
But it works both ways.
This is what love is for.
Libero-vivere Libero-vivere
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Literature
The song of Figaro
Banish the distress,
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My art is my trouble
Ô, sweet despair!
You take my mind,
And make my fingers blind,
To tell my entire scare.
It can be a few minutes,
Or numberless hours.
This is always me inside,
Because I am tired to hide.
It is my way to prove,
That I exist in this world.
It is by this move,
That I can forget all word.
I am crying, there are tears.
I feel happy, I put a smile.
Even if the anger goes out by my eye,
You will know if I show my fears.
The pen is in my hand.
So many things I can't pretend.
But I can do what I want,
Even things that I can't.
A bubble for my imagination.
The screen or the paper,
I create and share my passion,
Even if I don't get it, whatever.
It is all I need to be.
I can die, don't care what I see.
My art is my trouble
Sometimes, it is my double.
Now, show them my feeling.
Maybe they are understanding…
You take my mind,
And make my fingers blind,
To tell my entire scare.
It can be a few minutes,
Or numberless hours.
This is always me inside,
Because I am tired to hide.
It is my way to prove,
That I exist in this world.
It is by this move,
That I can forget all word.
I am crying, there are tears.
I feel happy, I put a smile.
Even if the anger goes out by my eye,
You will know if I show my fears.
The pen is in my hand.
So many things I can't pretend.
But I can do what I want,
Even things that I can't.
A bubble for my imagination.
The screen or the paper,
I create and share my passion,
Even if I don't get it, whatever.
It is all I need to be.
I can die, don't care what I see.
My art is my trouble
Sometimes, it is my double.
Now, show them my feeling.
Maybe they are understanding…
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Nous sommes toutes trois,
Chercheuses de talent.
Unies toutes trois.
Dans un vide de flanc.
Amies inséparables.
Nous essayons encore.
Nous en sommes
Nous essaierons encore.
La voie de ton talent.
Choisi le bon chemin.
Voici ta destinée.
Plus seulement flancs blancs.
C’est cela notre lien.
Nos marques de beauté.
Chercheuses de talent.
Unies toutes trois.
Dans un vide de flanc.
Amies inséparables.
Nous essayons encore.
Nous en sommes
Nous essaierons encore.
La voie de ton talent.
Choisi le bon chemin.
Voici ta destinée.
Plus seulement flancs blancs.
C’est cela notre lien.
Nos marques de beauté.
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My sobs,
My tears,
All the time that I have cried
Honestly,
And lonely,
I have given everything I had.
Those noises,
Or broken toys,
Was mine until the bomb.
The silence
This absence
It is me in my room like a body in its tomb.
Now,
Somehow,
I would to go back in time.
Because,
I'm close,
Close to break down my mind.
It's always,
By those ways,
That it begins and finiches.
I want,
I can't
Turn this flame into ashes…
My tears,
All the time that I have cried
Honestly,
And lonely,
I have given everything I had.
Those noises,
Or broken toys,
Was mine until the bomb.
The silence
This absence
It is me in my room like a body in its tomb.
Now,
Somehow,
I would to go back in time.
Because,
I'm close,
Close to break down my mind.
It's always,
By those ways,
That it begins and finiches.
I want,
I can't
Turn this flame into ashes…
Me, alone in my room
Do you know this feeling ? When something that hurts you so much come back and makes you so sad ? I felt this when I have written this little poem. But if I should say something more, I would say that time heals all wounds.
I have often been told the opposite. Yes. Maybe I'm wrong.
Everyone thinks what he wants. Whatever.
Never let your feelings consume you.
I have often been told the opposite. Yes. Maybe I'm wrong.
Everyone thinks what he wants. Whatever.
Never let your feelings consume you.
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What is done is done.
Nothing could change the past.
We can just turn the light on,
And contemplate our act.
We are only human,
And nothing could change it.
One wrong step, and we are broken.
And no one could health it.
Even if it isn't your fault.
There is always consequence.
This isn't a fault,
This is bad chance.
When everything become dark,
And you believe that you can't be pardoned,
A little razzle spark
Welcomes the pain that you cried.
A single peep can turn into a blaze.
A butterfly's wing can do more.
But it works both ways.
This is what love is for.
Nothing could change the past.
We can just turn the light on,
And contemplate our act.
We are only human,
And nothing could change it.
One wrong step, and we are broken.
And no one could health it.
Even if it isn't your fault.
There is always consequence.
This isn't a fault,
This is bad chance.
When everything become dark,
And you believe that you can't be pardoned,
A little razzle spark
Welcomes the pain that you cried.
A single peep can turn into a blaze.
A butterfly's wing can do more.
But it works both ways.
This is what love is for.
Error takls about us
I have read somewhere a comment from a person who was confessing an error that could have cost someone's life.
It touched me deeply. We all do errors, sometimes, we don't know that we do they, but they are real.
But, the saddest thing is that an error isn't voluntary. It is not a fault, but it is our fault.
Let's be vigilant, and live happy and free.
It touched me deeply. We all do errors, sometimes, we don't know that we do they, but they are real.
But, the saddest thing is that an error isn't voluntary. It is not a fault, but it is our fault.
Let's be vigilant, and live happy and free.
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Banish the distress, It's consuming : Without warming wine and happiness, That's relighting, Reduced to pine,
Man without sunshine,
Will live like a silly,
And will die shortly. Wine and laziness
Are sharing my intellect
If one is my mistress
The other is my subject
Man without sunshine,
Will live like a silly,
And will die shortly. Wine and laziness
Are sharing my intellect
If one is my mistress
The other is my subject
The song of Figaro
Just something that came to my mind, like this...
It's the song of the beginning of the play "The the barber of Seville" ("Le barbier de Séville" in VO). First part of the famous plays' trilogy from Beaumarchais, and reference in theater world.
I would to translate this for the fun, and to share with all of you my greatest passion.
Hope that you will like it ^^
It's the song of the beginning of the play "The the barber of Seville" ("Le barbier de Séville" in VO). First part of the famous plays' trilogy from Beaumarchais, and reference in theater world.
I would to translate this for the fun, and to share with all of you my greatest passion.
Hope that you will like it ^^
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Ô, sweet despair!
You take my mind,
And make my fingers blind,
To tell my entire scare.
It can be a few minutes,
Or numberless hours.
This is always me inside,
Because I am tired to hide.
It is my way to prove,
That I exist in this world.
It is by this move,
That I can forget all word.
I am crying, there are tears.
I feel happy, I put a smile.
Even if the anger goes out by my eye,
You will know if I show my fears.
The pen is in my hand.
So many things I can't pretend.
But I can do what I want,
Even things that I can't.
A bubble for my imagination.
The screen or the paper,
I create and share my passion,
Even if I don't get it, whatever.
It is all I need to be.
I can die, don't care what I see.
My art is my trouble
Sometimes, it is my double.
Now, show them my feeling.
Maybe they are understanding…
You take my mind,
And make my fingers blind,
To tell my entire scare.
It can be a few minutes,
Or numberless hours.
This is always me inside,
Because I am tired to hide.
It is my way to prove,
That I exist in this world.
It is by this move,
That I can forget all word.
I am crying, there are tears.
I feel happy, I put a smile.
Even if the anger goes out by my eye,
You will know if I show my fears.
The pen is in my hand.
So many things I can't pretend.
But I can do what I want,
Even things that I can't.
A bubble for my imagination.
The screen or the paper,
I create and share my passion,
Even if I don't get it, whatever.
It is all I need to be.
I can die, don't care what I see.
My art is my trouble
Sometimes, it is my double.
Now, show them my feeling.
Maybe they are understanding…
My art is my trouble
My first English poem... Very interesting experience, I admit ^^
I will make more of it, because I've really like this ^^ and I need to practice...
Say what you think about it. Don't hesitate! I need it, please. Thanks you beforehand
And then, I would to dedicate this poem to two young artists who have inspired me this little text (unconsciously) :
themidnightdeath.deviantart.co… AND chrysigalaxy.deviantart.com/
And all of artists who express themselves by their art.
It is one of the primaries functions of the art, in all of its form (like mine, the words).
Finally, enjoy reading this poem ^^
I will make more of it, because I've really like this ^^ and I need to practice...
Say what you think about it. Don't hesitate! I need it, please. Thanks you beforehand
And then, I would to dedicate this poem to two young artists who have inspired me this little text (unconsciously) :
themidnightdeath.deviantart.co… AND chrysigalaxy.deviantart.com/
And all of artists who express themselves by their art.
It is one of the primaries functions of the art, in all of its form (like mine, the words).
Finally, enjoy reading this poem ^^
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Nous sommes toutes trois,
Chercheuses de talent.
Unies toutes trois.
Dans un vide de flanc.
Amies inséparables.
Nous essayons encore.
Nous en sommes
Nous essaierons encore.
La voie de ton talent.
Choisi le bon chemin.
Voici ta destinée.
Plus seulement flancs blancs.
C’est cela notre lien.
Nos marques de beauté.
Chercheuses de talent.
Unies toutes trois.
Dans un vide de flanc.
Amies inséparables.
Nous essayons encore.
Nous en sommes
Nous essaierons encore.
La voie de ton talent.
Choisi le bon chemin.
Voici ta destinée.
Plus seulement flancs blancs.
C’est cela notre lien.
Nos marques de beauté.
Hi there !!
It's a long time that I haven't submit some journal... And sorry for this.
SO ! I said in my description that I was better in writting than in drawing.
Then, I'm gonna put from now on ALL OF MY POETRIES AND MY WRITTING PROJECT HERE !!
Like this, you could see all of it.
We are all here to show our art and share it, don't you ?
Enjoy everybody ^^
It's a long time that I haven't submit some journal... And sorry for this.
SO ! I said in my description that I was better in writting than in drawing.
Then, I'm gonna put from now on ALL OF MY POETRIES AND MY WRITTING PROJECT HERE !!
Like this, you could see all of it.
We are all here to show our art and share it, don't you ?
Enjoy everybody ^^
deviantID
Libero-vivere
Romain Coquelin
Artist | Student | Literature
Artist | Student | Literature
France
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Je suis un jeune homme passionné et créatif. Je suis surtout à l'aise en écriture, mais je dessinne un tout petit peu aussi ^^ Au départ, je suis venue surtout pour regarder des arts et pouvoir commenter, parfois. Mais je me suis dis qu'il était temps de me lancer. J'adore MLP, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, et plains d'autres trucs un peu étranges... PS : Je bosse sur un projet de BD MLP en ce moment. Au plaisir !^^ I am a passionate and creative young man. I am mostly at ease writing, but I draw a little bit also ^^ Initially, I came mainly to watch the arts and be able to comment, sometimes. But I thought it was time to get started. I love MLP, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh !, and plenty of other strange stuff ... PS : I work on a MLP comics project right now. See you !^^ |
J'ai hâte de voir d'autres de tes oeuvres. J'y ai jeté un œil et le style que tu emplois me plait^^
Et bon courage pour la réalisation de ta BD MLP!
Merci à toi de m'encourager. Ca va prendre beaucoup de temps, ais je ne lâche rien !
Et écoute, de ce que je vois pour l'instant, ton travail me plait bien. Je reste à l'affut de tes prochaines oeuvre.
J'ai bien aimé la façon dont tu fais la 3D. En plus je cherche des artistes francophones.
Et ben, j'espoir que tu es patient !