jeudi 2 décembre 2010

NPUP - D 10





Photographie by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010

mercredi 6 octobre 2010

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Am i empty?
I feel broken, i feel broken
And always, i remember
Your Silence in front of me.

Am i lonely?
Everybody's staring at me, everybody's staring at me
And always, i remember
Your Silence in front of me.

Am i scary?
All these scars on my body, all these wounds in my heart
And always i remember
Your silence in front of me
Making me sad and sad again.



Text by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010.

jeudi 26 août 2010

NPUP - A 10











Photographies by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010


mardi 4 mai 2010

NPUT-060410



With your pretty face and your perfect body
You stand, alone and lonely
everybody's waiting for you.
Nothing happens.

Who are you Stranger?
I am your lonely Soul,
Your broken dream,
Your shadow.

Paris at the end of spring,
Los Angeles in the summer warm,
Somewhere on the beach, probably way over the rainbow.
East Cost-The trees are becoming red and yellow-

The wind is starting to grow.
Montreal-Winter-The snow is falling-Silence.
You stand alone and lonely with your pretty face and your broken body.
Wondering why- Why nothing happened.

Who are you Stranger?
I am your lonely Soul,
Your broken dream,
Your shadow.

Text by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010

vendredi 26 mars 2010

NPUP - M 10











Photographies by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010

mercredi 24 mars 2010

NPUT-250210


Saint Germain en Laye/Grenoble/Villennes sur Seine
Au fond du terminal, il regarde passer le monde
Tout tourne autour de lui
Paris/Los Angeles/Montréal/Boston
Il observe et reste là. Immobile et muet.
Devant lui les hommes armés pointent leur fusil,
Chargé à bloc
Paris/Los Angeles/Montréal/Boston
Le monde tourne autour de lui. Il reste là
Attendant que le coup parte.
Paris/Los Angeles/Montréal/Boston
Violence - Amour - Haine
Le silence reste de glace et rien ne bouge.


Text by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010.

lundi 15 mars 2010

NPUP - M 10







Photographies by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010

mercredi 24 février 2010

NPUT-240210



Jolie poupée au corps parfait, tu déambules.
Les yeux rivés sur toi, attendant le moindre clignement d'yeux.
"So where is my Family?"
Dans ta prison dorée, tu reste caché.
Regardant la vie passer.
Empty cars/Lights up!
Empty cars/Lights up!


Text by Nicolas Prodhom 2010