To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
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
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
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
I haven’t hopped on a plane for 4 years, I haven’t crossed the Atlantic for 5 years. Until my trip in Berlin, my explorations had become more local. However, my Alaskan friend Hannah has asked almost every year when I would visit since then. I have had valid excuses for a while : covid, shutdown, vaccine, then lack of time and money… … More Plane Mode
Travels are a sacred thing, you dream about it, you plan it, in your head and in your body. You save a chunk of your time, you compare plane’s ticket, then you finally book it. You can’t turn back, you are about to leave. Days, weeks or months pass by, depending on how long you have planned your trip ; it’s then time to pack – 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max – to choose essential items, to sort them, to weigh and gauge : 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max ! … More My sacred departures
She walked. Relentlessly, she walked. Wanderer. Her heart in a bag. Only survivor of her past. Lost but free. She walked like a funambulist to her Fate. She walked to find back her lost oneness. Her World was timeless. Unchanged. She lived. Instinctively. By the moon, the stars and the sun. She went through the … More The Quest
To Selene. After a heatwaved Saturday, Sunday was grey. The kind of mid-grey leaning towards white and which you wouldn’t know if it’s going to color the entire day or only a fleeting and uncertain morning. The previous day’s suffocating atmosphere had simmered down, the night’s humidity lingered; or was it only a countryside’s privilege? … More The Wanderer above the sea of fog
I almost fail this post The nothing overruling me, my inspiration is gone But then Minerve rises But then her wisdom strikes And Minerve turns into Félines I almost bury this post I now give it a new name Since Aphrodite has joined My accidental keyboard And Minerve turns into Félines … More As Minerve turns into Félines
By a summer Sunday, as France was going through the traditional waltz between juilletistes (July vacationers) and aoutiens (August vacationers), I was facing my key word of the season: LET GO OF MY COMFORT ZONE. And you can tell I didn’t skimp on the concept for two days with my visionary and altruistic cousin! She … More Pic Saint Loup to the bottom
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 