With certain persons you are torn apart…

CARTE BLANCHE #9

With certain persons you are torn apart. It feels like each part of your body lived its own life. Like each organ stepped outside. Take the heart for instance. This romantic piece of flesh which has been crowned prince of love by poetry. The heart. When you meet certain persons pounds. Bangs. Skips a beat. Shivers. Gets lighter or heavier. Is torn apart. Yes certain people have that power over one’s heart. And because the heart is our hub. Our life pump. Therefore. The whole body follows the lead. The head feels dizzy. The stomach gets butterflies. Legs only have one desire: dancing. Arms only have one destiny: embracing. Lips only have one power: kissing. With certain persons you are torn apart. Until they go. Until you bid farewell. Then the heart is only soft and soggy. Like its organic constitution. It only pumps blood in and out. It has lost all poetic function, all lookout for the world. It is back to its vital fate. And the rest of the body falls in line. The head gets straight back. The stomach swallows love pain. Legs can only walk. Arms can only give up. Lips can only seal. The whole body is back to its vital and original function. And it’s for the best. Because if with certain persons you are torn apart. Thus with certain persons you feel alive. And this life keeps throbbing when they are gone.

Justine T.Annezo – February 7th, 2026 – GTM+2