http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yann%20Romefort The original writings of author Yarom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 one's eyes seem stoned.They are simply grey,sea ages whitebehind her, a bunch of rockswhose faces erupted, eructed with angerand ceased to shout for ever.shocks*************************** OCEAN'S MEMORYnever endingHoney, while the sun is still shiningThe moon came up long before the sun went downAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1894450/ Chilled vibes, something, you and meand a thrill My hand your shoulder, panting to catch the very little beat of your fingers.somewherenear, farabove, aroundoutside, insidedeepmax, you're like a cream appeasing the screams of my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1837806/ Face àcette merQu'une lune effacePerdus surune ileMais l'air éperdusProchescomme l'eauQui coule sous rocheMille fleurs en têtese lèvent en coeurRêve épanouiQuand jaillit la sève+ + + http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1836478/ La nuit attendra et la pluie aussi.Des yeux plus grands que tous les cieux réunis.Une bouche qui s'ouvre,une corde qui se casse.Ce n'est pas un crimais un coeur.(je t'aime Maxine) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1836109/ A chance of rain on thousand oaks, And one running up the hill.A radiant smile in sky blows a kiss, And a bird sips the red roses of your lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1835921/ Il était un hiverqui semblait monotonemais lui prenait son tempsOn dit aux arbres vertsne craignez plus l'automnevous êtes des lilas blancsLorsque survint la merIls finirent anémoneset regrettèrent le vent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1695278/ Du désert au champ de bléCela fait plus d'un étéQuand le dessin d'une blondeVous emporte dans sa rondeDe larmes en petits crisQui donneront une vieQui fera son cheminDe son ventre à son seinBerçant la coque d'un bateauCombien de gouttes d'eauAvant de venir a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/1642734/  Sunned lone stars a red river‘round the neckA fortune sky grassed by stonesOn the greensThe rising blue of the sun dressAnd no birdsIn the cloudsIt should never have comeBut they’re goneOn my way homeFrom Moon to dawn  [Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/418328/  WEDNESDAYHazard is such a small cityCleaning up old builds of lifeI was doing over my mobile homeWhen I received some cold papersfrom my sergeant at Utah beachTHURSDAYMemory fields forever move to roadsMy big jazzy gun scrambling on four wheelsAs I drove myself in a human j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/399282/  Houses stirred up by streetsHopelessCrashed rock goes stardustAlwaysHappiness!May be for hundred yearsSad ballads love a ballerineHopelessDreams drop down from eyesAlwaysHappiness!May be one more time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/399273/  Through dark wallsA biteA beatA breakDiscovered headsStone washed heartsShining three daysOdd unnecessary images  [Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/301478/ Tom-tomTambourinesSo far from homeWhere have you been?Slam or kissDown to my hipsSighs on your lipsMale speciesSmell of the seasAsk the birds they knowWhere to go now  [Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/298355/ HOMELANDA memory in shadowTears on a windowSilence is blindAnd violence a mind Livid tears on the windowNothing else to wear her mindUnder the pale skin of lightNaked colors blow out loudAnd clear a dark drowning cry A memory in shadowMy silence was a blindA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/273422/  I feelNothingA feeling as thin as the stringthat draws my faceNothing but a breaththat runs awayto find helpI need helpSo I liveI hope so http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/228241/ I was in youNo dreamA thrillNo faceHandsNo cryI willNowhereI was by you  [Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/228176/ A storm of ideas rips heads offNews about all we do not seeWith huge stop signs taking overIn speakers' cornerIt grows from drops of lifeBrain side effects for futureThere blocks run through backsThat bleed in blackThe color of sky may be trueAnd ruled by lawsof not-even-the-same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/41930/ Life was a mirror of sand,a broken one color land.Nature girl, heart kind of shine,she is state of mind, mine.That deep no sea ever braves,our prints will stand under waves.[Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/41638/  There goes the wind, where the earth belongs to the universe…First, those bloody sparkling bubbles shook my head off. Then some crazy smokes stopped to draw circle lines. They became again the horses they were.A wider and empty sky came out after their desperate scrapings.Beside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/39926/  An old shadow draws over the hours until the nightfalls from bellsListenEverywhere the temptation of sycamores turns life intoa way outListenTiny tired shrubs sweep the dirty landscape on whichthe men comeListenHow a straw sky hatched from the same handthat cut ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/36816/  Never is a long time…Now I know U will neverNever be where I amNeverNow I know I will neverNever be where I goNeverNow I know I will neverNever knowNever  [Illustrated by BSK] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yann-Romefort/30706/