Hope is love
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
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
Of course I breathe
Of course I am alive
Of course my life keeps going
Winter has turned into spring
Weather has heated up
Shinning
Sky has cleared up
Sparkling … More Breathe
I don’t know when I live
When I live doesn’t bring me back to us anymore
Who then
Will remember us
If even I forget hours and days
If even I erase rendezvous
Who will remember us … More Excluded
I can’t stand it anymore
To live in between those walls
Where you don’t laugh
To live through those habits
In which you don’t live
I can’t stand it anymore
Those missed encounters
Those missing encounters
Those days and hours
Painful reminder
Of our absence … More Secluded
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
life is only a matter of departures partitions abandons
of griefs
more or less tiny more or less real more or less vivid
since even seasons die one after another
eat each other
since even spring
the Earth and Sky’s blossom
is doomed to vanish before summer … More Beginning(s)
Steeling last afternoon hours
Fleeing from the cool nights
Dodging Sunday’s crowd
And smell fresh cut grass … More Seeking Spring
I missed my calling
I should have been a High Priestess
In the Temple of Love
Immortal and Providencial
Everyday I would
Pray Love Praise … More Love is calling
I was never taught how to be loved only how to be unloved I was taught I wasn’t enough to be chosen to be heard to be loved … More Surviving Love
See where it leads. To write randomly. With no purpose. No time. No subject. Spontaneous writing.
See where it leads to write effortless. After reading poems.
See what comes from emptiness. … More Daydreaming