Je l’avais découvert grâce à Jane Birkin, j’en avais parlé ici.

J’ai relu les textes d’Anno, et je les trouve magnifiques et touchants. Il avait beaucoup de talent, et c’est à chaque fois avec beaucoup d’émotion que je m’en imprègne. Pour les anglophiles, ses textes et poèmes ont été compilés ici.

Écrit à l’âge de neuf ans, et oui il était précoce, voici un exemple parmi d’autre de son génie…

Hold on to who you know you are my dearest friend,

you've got me climbing in your heat & bending in my sleep,

don't weep for those who dare not know your wonder.

I wonder sometimes how you hold your ground

on an earth that's far too small yet too far.......

Round – Drowned in whisky and wine to the sounds of crime,

may I join you for a while?

You are the king of kingdoms dark

that hold my sorrows and my sparks,

and hold my heart in icy brambles.

Got my eye caught and tangled in thorns,

remember moonlight on our skin.

Let us toast to the ghost of the first born,

spread your dark angelic wings.

You suffer for our crimes you like it when it rains i like it when you

smile you like it when it stings i like it when you reign.

Will you yield at the sign on the water,

Will you wait upon the waves?

Or in your clouds or in your cave or in your temple at the weir of my

dreams...

Did you

      take the time

            to wonder

                  why it hurt me?

justninemoreyearsuntilweleave

ou encore…

Poetry is the expression of the unexpected – the refusal to collect, and the

desire to break through the walls of possibility. Anything is possible, through

the inscription of words placed writhing mad on a page, willing to tear apart

any boundary in order that they may be felt. To you, my pages may seem

insignificant, pointless and vain. So be it. Treat them not as a meaning or a

collection of words, but as a spear, parting the flesh so that it may sting the

core of self. So that it may release its venom into your system and stop at

nothing to tear apart your soul. Read again my friend, watch how the words

bend.

Et pour finir…

Death is the transition

from a regular state of consciousness

into a higher collective state.

To die is to become one with the universe.

À méditer…