With certain persons you are torn apart. It feels like each part of your body lived its own life. Like each organ stepped outside. Take the heart for instance. This romantic piece of flesh which has been crowned prince of love. … More With certain persons you are torn apart…
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
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants.
That desire of being anywhere else. … More Wanderlust
A sparkle is springingflame of lifestrength of everythingstrongly burning inside youfrom youlike a power coming from nowhereto go where you can know yetIt’s like a promise for tomorrowa promise for nowfull of enthusiasm and dreams of foolishness and truths not quite risen to consciousness You disrupts insideimpatient and wildconfident and informed in order to only … More Blossom
Day ButterflyShe flutters by from one idea to anotherFickleImpatientHopping stepsHopping thoughtsNever certainShe doesn’t careBecauseWhateverAfterallLife is only a playA role playA funny playNight ButterflyShe flutters byOne lover to anotherUnfaithfulUnperfectShe is looking for her mirrorShe is looking for her reflectionShe bonds but never loosens upShe bonds but never opens upWhat’s the pointin the endLife is only a … More Elusive
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 