the looking glass

The Looking Glass

1 December 2025

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

blured horizons

Where everything blurs

27 November 2025

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

words fight

Words’ fight

26 October 2025

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

muse

Muse

25 October 2025

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

scorpio poem

A twilight soul

23 October 2025

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

the fall

The fall

10 October 2025

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