All my life I have felt like a fizzy tablet in a world which felt like an outbursting waterfall.
The question was not was I going to dissolve but when and how many times.
I am sure I have dissolved every other time. But the thought of it, the fear of it, was stronger and it felt like it.
I was so scared I restrained. I was so scared my skin had become a leather thick as an elephant. … More Dissolving Waters
An existential matter stands out tonight: do you love because you hope? or do you hope because you love?
Which is first? … More Hope is love
Spring is blooming and I can only realise I am among those who walk their autumn during spring times. I always thought it was reversed, I surely walk my spring during fall times. I never really thought about it the other way around…. But it does make sense: one can’t go without the other. How could I hope for two springs when everyone else only has one? … More Frühjahrsmüdigkeit
14 years ago, I wrote my first play. The plot was about five women, five resistants, during WWII German Occupation. They were a puzzle of real witnesses of history. But they also were, each in their own ways and despite only one being written “for me”, pieces of soul, mind and heart. … More Every layer of my soul
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
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
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!
My mantra for 2026 … More New year’s resolutions
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. … More We all live for the first time
In French, they call it a “Dead Nature”, in other languages, like in English, we call it a “Still Life”. A Still Life is way more promising, way more alive. Since, even in stillness, the tiniest move remains. When Human Beings stay still, their nose wriggle, their hearts stand, their blood throb, their cells pound. When Human Beings stay still, something, no doubt, moves. A Still Life is way more accurate than a death sentence on a nature which, even still, moves inside as well. … More Still
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 