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
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants.
That desire of being anywhere else. … More Wanderlust
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
I am an addict
I am addicted to meeting you
How it makes me feel
Sparkles Butterflies fireworks
I am going for it
Running for it … More The fall
This precious moment When everything folds into silence When the world collapses into oblivion Just two people gazing at each other Knowing they are about to take a leap of faith They are about to blend into each other … More That moment of silence…
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 