The Looking Glass

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

Wanderlust

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

Muse

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

The fall

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