Love is an adventure
To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
Mon portrait par les mots d'un autre "Personne vive et alerte dans la vie, son moyen d’expression artistique s’est rapidement tourné vers la littérature, à l’usage exclusif de signes et symboles assemblés de manière unique pour décrire au plus près son idéal de beauté. Et pour mieux s’extraire de ces contraintes de langage, Justine T. Annezo a pris le chemin de l’écriture impressionniste. Les mots et les caractères constituent des outils qu’elle détourne pour ciseler, peindre, découper, transformer des sensations, des ressentis intimes, et les projeter en images éthérées et abstraites qui traversent le lecteur au gré de son imaginaire. Bercée par la comédie et la mise en scène théâtrale, elle s’est échappée d’un univers trop contraint à son goût, pour épouser des terrains de jeu sans limites au gré de ses voyages initiatiques, ici et maintenant, à l’autre bout du monde ou encore dans le passé révolu. Sculptant ses phrases dans un rythme sans cesse bousculé par des adjectifs et des adverbes jaillis de sa sensibilité de l’instant, Justine T. Annezo a le don de réunir dans un patchwork très personnel des morceaux récupérés en pièces détachées de paysages, de personnages et d’événements historiques pour donner racine à un monde impalpable, messager d’une vérité propre dénuée de réponses. Elle réussit à imposer son style lisible entre tous où les écritures contemplative et du sensible s’entremêlent pour créer une musique enrichie de mots inventés et nous inviter dans une poésie de la vie qui nous interpelle et nous touche. Nous pouvons alors nous abandonner avec bonheur dans son monde romanesque en trois dimensions où la grande Histoire vient percuter le fil de ses histoires façonnées avec une précision d’orfèvre."
To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
Tonight, I don’t recognize myself. Who is the stranger looking at me in the mirror? Is she me? I am not sure I am part of her body anymore… Yet, this body I am living in can’t be denied anymore. I am not allowed to ignore it, my body is more and more present by the minute. I feel like I am exploring new organs, new members, I am pierced by extreme feelings. … More The Looking Glass
SomewhereHer heart beats somewhereWhenever a foreign sound hits her earWhenever an unknown turn shows to her eyeShe goesShe has already left Elsewhere She learnsAnywhereShe gets to know herself Where everything blursWhere one day contains endless nights Where nights are rainbows throughout the sky Elsewhere She seeksAnywhereShe looks for herself A constant quest for adventuresExplorationsEmotions A … More Where everything blurs
CARTE BLANCHE #4 A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants. That desire of being anywhere else. Breathing another air. Being on another ground. Listening to another speaking. Watching another planet. Wanderlust. The desire to be elsewhere. The desire to be in love. Two strong … More Wanderlust
Sometimes, words are resisting, they refuse to comply, to display; they only want to be plain, insignificant. They apologise for only existing, they balk listening. For a week, words have been elusive. They randomly dropped on my keyboard. Detached. Uncomplete. Untamed. They had other things to do than translate my stories, than endorse my inspirations. … More Words’ fight
Is it a color Or a mood? Is it a day
Or a season? Is it a state Or a feeling? It tastes like salt A mix of sea salt When you come out of a high wave And tears salt When you arise of a good cry … More Muse
Unperfect Inflexible IncompleteShe wanders the corners of her own realmOf her realm of shadowsOf her realm of chaosShe dives deeperIn her lying torments Unperfect Inflexible IncompleteReady for the big mystery Her soul crumblesFrom laughTo cry Her soul splashesFrom lightTo tears Her soul distortsProud and secretIn the fierce world Mutable she leaves behindHer ancient livesVariable she atomizes her … More A twilight soul
CARTE BLANCHE #2 I am an addictI am addicted to meeting youHow it makes me feelSparkles Butterflies fireworksI am going for itRunning for it I just want to feel My own skin my own nerves my own heart I am not a love junkieI am a fall junkie I am addicted to the danger of … More The fall
OPINION COLUMN #19 To my wise sister Sara We all live our lives for the first time. My wake-up call of the day. It’s obvious, a cliché, an undeniable truth. Yet, it shines like a balm for my urge. Like a revelation for my trouble. Why should I pretend I am wise, reasonable, mature, elevated, … More We all live for the first time
Uneven on a knife-edgeUneven on the thread of loveThe tightrope walker of broken hearts sways from right to left Indecisive, she doesn’t know who to love, who to choose The tightrope walker with a volatile heart loves them all, loves noneShe loves LOVEThe great unknown knocking at her heartWhenever she meets, strikes and falls The … More On the thread of Love