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
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
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
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
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
We are in a storm We are THE storm
Of unexpecting Of overwhelming Of transcending … More Lightening storm
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 