inner world – Fleeting Wor(l)ds

Love is calling

5 April 2026

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

Surviving Love

3 April 2026

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

Daydreaming

2 April 2026

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

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

Still dancer

20 March 2026

Alone on the bridge
Alone in the city
In between
In the dance

Life goes through
People’sound
World’s smell
Petrol’s taste
Air’s contact
Street’s show … More Still dancer

The quiet rush

13 March 2026

March carries a different kind of movement. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. It is not an explosion. It is not even a flood. … More The quiet rush

Supermarket car park

2 March 2026

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