The quiet rush
March carries a different kind of movement. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. It is not an explosion. It is not even a flood. … More The quiet rush
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."
March carries a different kind of movement. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. It is not an explosion. It is not even a flood. … More The quiet rush
Today, I “had to” write.
I was tempted to keep going on my enamoured and broken heart. But I was uninspired and on the edge of getting bored.
Then, for lack of love, I tried to write the war. To change it into poetry to share my helplessness. But my words lacked power and were not worthy of the haunted horror. … More Supermarket car park
We are in a storm We are THE storm
Of unexpecting Of overwhelming Of transcending … More Lightening storm
I just read new theories about love. About departing and returning loves. Some I like more than others. But that is not the point. Or a bit. Since one of them I really liked. The Kintsugi Heart concept… … More My Kintsugi Heart
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. The place you come from. The place which feels like home. The place where you belong and belongs to you in return. … More Heimat
Three weeks ago, I got kicked off as I was horse-ridding, and I sprained my ankle. Before falling, should I clarify. My foot made a cracking sound in my stirrup as I was trying to stay on the bloody horse… I limped for two days ans I was back on track. Except for little pains and less mobility. This week, I then got an X-ray, and an MRI. To confirm. … More Even my sprains are complicated!
For a few weeks, I woke up every time at the exact same hour. 3 am. To start a nice two hours insomnia. Yet, I am not the kind to wake up in the middle of the night. I am more of a before falling asleep insomniac. When I looked for the meaning of that specific time of the night, between 3 and 5 am, I learned it was sadness and grief hour. Then, I was sad indeed and definitely getting ready for my next symbolic grief. … More Burning heart hour
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. … More With certain persons you are torn apart…
Tonight, I am going to the most important date of my whole lover’s carreer (to this day). I am going to the date of the unknown: I don’t known if it is a new beginning or an end. I have thought about my outfit for days and days to find the perfect fit, the perfect mix of chill and sexy. … More Love Parade
If I had to sum up 2025, I would pick the word FALL… fall behind, from time to time. fall out, for the best! fall apart, too often sadly. fall for, why not? … More Fall out of 2025