Nous portons tous des cicatrices, visibles ou invisibles, Marquant nos cœurs comme une toile de lignes impassibles, Lignes douces et tenues ou failles insondables, abyssales, Lignes de cotonnade ou plaies déchirant les entrailles….❤ In love with Frech language Continue reading In love with…

I don’t want to write about love. It hurts. I don’t want to tell you stories of when love existed in my life. Too many nights have passed and I’ve accustomed myself to sleeping in the middle. I don’t want to write about the beautiful beginnings. How nothing else seems to matter and how quickly passion can override sanity. How love can fill you with substance that was never imaginable. No. I don’t. I don’t want to. Because love for me was once as beautiful as the ocean, sunsets and night skies. I loved with all of my being. Not … Continue reading I don’t want …

Do not tell me that it is impossible When I’ve fought half-life, Show me the improbable And I’ll help you find a way out, Countless times I pretended to be what I was not I wanted to feel what I did not felt, After doubted anyone claiming to be sincere But with this, never felt joy, I saved the time of my outpourings I saved the world for putting up with me, I closed the door of life And the world without color, I continued to mourn, I wanted to scream, but I had no voice I wanted to cry … Continue reading Listen to me

Mother, I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly. Some nights, your daughter tears herself apart yet, heals in the morning….❤ We miss you so much..😓 Continue reading Mother

Your first mistake was loving someone who doesn’t know what love really is. It was giving them the power to ruin you, giving them enough strength to crush your soul with two fingers, and even worse, a few words. Your second mistake was telling them how much you need them, how your soul longed for something like this, how you can’t imagine long nights without them. Your third mistake was falling too fast for the idea of who they were, the soft hints of hate you missed in their words, the points of concern you should’ve noticed. Your fourth mistake … Continue reading Your first mistake, also mine…

You know, what strikes me is how desperately we all need to know that we are seen and heard. We don’t need our lives to be different, or easier, we just need someone to see the pain. To know what we’ve faced and overcome. To say: Yes. I see this. This is real. We don’t need a magician to take it all away – we just need a witness. Namaste! Continue reading What strikes me…

Compassion happens when we are moved by the other. We receive what comes from the person and we begin to understand what is inside her, but without losing ourselves, our center and our being. For this we have to be free of the ego, the person. We have to be empty to feel the other. In the state of the ego we want to save people and this desire generates a tension, a symbiosis that binds us unhealthily to them. But in a larger state, in the spirit, we are like the diamond, which reflects all colors and has no … Continue reading Reflect as the diamond