A Bag of Rhymes
Loin des sportifs sous créatine
Alors j’ai sorti les rimes du sac
Afin qu’il ne soit plus passif je trime
La main sur le microphone les mots se déterminentUn an sans aucune scène, il faut réécrire
Je me retrouve seul comme un con devant la page blanche
Je dois être fou mais j’aime les challenges
Sentir le crayon sous mes phalanges
Ecrire pour cette fille qui vient du JaponYannis
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English Translation by Google
I have received this poem from a French poet Yannis who I performed with in Autumn in France. It was demonstrated as an introduction of me instead of a speech at the beginning of our show. His poetry has a style called slam and the rhyme of words is the heart of it. Although he is wild-looking, he is a charming and gentle person and there is a such contrast in his poetry too -the extroverted rhythms and introverted poésie. What I like most about slam is that it desires to be voiced. So and then, poetry becomes a music.



