Breathe
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
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
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
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
For a few weeks, I woke up every time at the exact same hour. 3 am. To start a nice two hours insomnia. Yet, I am not the kind to wake up in the middle of the night. I am more of a before falling asleep insomniac. When I looked for the meaning of that specific time of the night, between 3 and 5 am, I learned it was sadness and grief hour. Then, I was sad indeed and definitely getting ready for my next symbolic grief. … More Burning heart hour
Is it a color Or a mood? Is it a day
Or a season? Is it a state Or a feeling? It tastes like salt A mix of sea salt When you come out of a high wave And tears salt When you arise of a good cry … More Muse