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Mon Terroir, c'est les Galaxies ...
At last came March and the new moon. With a perfect clear sky, it offers a unique moment when two beauties can be catch together. Sagittarius is now visible in the sky, accompany by the always impressive galactic core, and trees are still naked, waiting for their first leaves, and showing their beautiful bone-like branches. What a distance between the tree rooted in the ground and the stars above. Photography can make remote things closer ...
… so can poetry. Julos Beaucarne, probably my favorite living poet, sang : “Mon terroir c'est les galaxies”. Terroir is a quite untranslatable word. It stands for soil, ground, homeland, region you come from. It's an idea very related with the ground, the earth. And Julos is genius enough to make this connection between the earth and the stars.
Our Terroir is not only where we come from, it can eventually be where our body lies when our spirit is gone. The ideas of Life and Death bring us back to these two so remote and so close places : the earth and the sky.
In this beautiful night of March, not far from the house I was born in, I have my feet on the ground and my eyes are staring at the milkyway. The only thing to say : Mon terroire c'est les galaxies ...
Mon terroir c'est les galaxies
La vie est courte, compagnon
L'ici-bas n'est pas notre vraie maison
Notre corps est outil et véhicule
Sitôt qu'il sera à la ferraille, ne restera vivant que notre esprit
En attendant, mortel mon frère, soigne ton corps
Afin qu'il te conduise au plus loin qu'il est impossible
Au bout de cette galaxie que tu es sans le savoir
Ô ignare, mortellement ignorant du sens du courant de ton fleuve intérieur.
Julos Beaucarne, 1978.
Mon Terroir, c'est les Galaxies ...
At last came March and the new moon. With a perfect clear sky, it offers a unique moment when two beauties can be catch together. Sagittarius is now visible in the sky, accompany by the always impressive galactic core, and trees are still naked, waiting for their first leaves, and showing their beautiful bone-like branches. What a distance between the tree rooted in the ground and the stars above. Photography can make remote things closer ...
… so can poetry. Julos Beaucarne, probably my favorite living poet, sang : “Mon terroir c'est les galaxies”. Terroir is a quite untranslatable word. It stands for soil, ground, homeland, region you come from. It's an idea very related with the ground, the earth. And Julos is genius enough to make this connection between the earth and the stars.
Our Terroir is not only where we come from, it can eventually be where our body lies when our spirit is gone. The ideas of Life and Death bring us back to these two so remote and so close places : the earth and the sky.
In this beautiful night of March, not far from the house I was born in, I have my feet on the ground and my eyes are staring at the milkyway. The only thing to say : Mon terroire c'est les galaxies ...
Mon terroir c'est les galaxies
La vie est courte, compagnon
L'ici-bas n'est pas notre vraie maison
Notre corps est outil et véhicule
Sitôt qu'il sera à la ferraille, ne restera vivant que notre esprit
En attendant, mortel mon frère, soigne ton corps
Afin qu'il te conduise au plus loin qu'il est impossible
Au bout de cette galaxie que tu es sans le savoir
Ô ignare, mortellement ignorant du sens du courant de ton fleuve intérieur.
Julos Beaucarne, 1978.