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Nicolas Descamino
Nacionalidad:
Francia
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Biografia
Enfantement [ sonnet]

La mer tait dserte, et la terre infconde
Essayait d'oublier des Sicles de sommeil ;
Dans les affres sans fin d'un douloureux veil
Elle semblait attendre une forme sur l'onde.

Je l'ai vue merger de l'eau noire et profonde,
Et son corps ruisselait de larmes de Soleil,
Se perlait de cristal, d'azur et de vermeil
Pour offrir sa lumire ce matin du Monde.

Deux pommes dans mes mains, si lourdes saisir,
Deux fruits au got de miel appelaient le dsir
Qui montait d'une gorge encore inassouvie.

Et la femme allait natre, ocan tide et clair,
Comme une aube nouvelle o s'enfante la vie
Par la blessure ouverte au secret de sa chair.

Chimre [ Sonnet ]

Me voici chirurgien qui dissque les mes,
Courbant mon front fivreux sur les aberrations,
Les vices, les pchs, les abominations,
Les primaires instincts aux tendances infmes.

Grands ouverts devant moi, cerveaux d' HOMME ou de Femme
talent sans pudeur en larges convulsions
Leurs neurones pervers aux sadiques passions.
Je palpe les secrets douloureux des grands drames.

Puis, les deux bras noircis d'un sang tuberculeux,
Dans un cahier je note en termes scrupuleux
Ce que mes yeux aigus ont vu dans les tnbres.

S'il faut un autre crne au couteau dissecteur,
Je m'tends mon tour sur les Billards funbres
Et je plante en hurlant le scalpel rdempteur.

A mon AlCADE [ sonnet ]

Du fond de ma prison, en criant je t'invoque
Depuis prs de vingt ans, juge des outrages,
Patron du dsespoir, tyran des affligs,
Grant de moult horreurs et des scnes baroques.

Receleur des nantis, du luxe et de la loque,
Aboyeur de bons mots sur les douleurs forgs,
Grand chef de maints enfers des cachots surchargs,
Viens moi dans la lie, ou mon me suffoque.

Tes jugements de cours trop crmonieux...
J'aimerais discourir d'actes pernicieux,
De de nos plaisirs chtrs et d'amour impossible,

Te chanter ma chanson sur les rvlations,
Te traner dans le fond d'un mitard putrescible,
Pour en finir enfin de tes proraisons.

BIOGRAPHY
Nicolas Descamino

The great classic poet Nicols Descamino was born on September 6 of 1948 in the quaint town of Villard Bonnot in the mountainside of Belledonnes plateau, only 10 km far away from Grenobles city in France. As a product of his Italian-Spanish origin [roots from which he proudly makes reference with one of his most beautiful poems titled Racines of his book Staccato].

When Nicolas came to this world his skin was completely black, black as charcoal as the poet commented in some interview- nuance that he keeps during the next six months and it was until the seventh month when his skin color gets a tanned tone, like that one from a southerner Spanish, Italian or Arabic. The first combat from a long list that throughout his existence he had to deal with was against his own father, since when he met his offspring and when he realized his dark skin color, besides emphasizing his alcohol addiction and denying his paternity under the argumentation that it was due to a supposed infidelity from his spouse with some black anthracite, he submits the infant to the most savage violence which in many occasions led him to lift him from his cradle in order to throw him against the ground causing him serious traumatism, and those very same acts were denounced, and the notarial deed can be consulted at the Police Station of Villard Bonnot.

As a teenager, Nicolas was an intelligent young man, with a sensible but irascible soul, but unfortunately he never counted with the support of any tutor to guide him through the winding walks of life, in order to prevent him from taking the wrong path, which he mentions in his poetry books, in his stories and novels. Regardless of how he was badly hit by his father, the gaul poet was provided with an out of the ordinary physical strength by nature. A sports lover, the young man ventured into football, skiing, karate, judo, cycling, swimming and horseback riding, disciplines in which without a doubt he could had excelled if he had had his fathers support.

descaminon@free.fr

 

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