I am the first comma in that sentence, which does not wait for the period to conclude the paragraph. I am moved by reticence because I am remade by continuities. Never ending, because even sadness passes, without needing to be concluded, just (re)established. I no longer suffer from the syndrome of unfinished stories, I am frivolous about cases, because we live by chance. And if we don’t wait for new arrivals, we won’t allow ourselves, we won’t mean ourselves. My identity also has crises, because what I wanted yesterday, I don’t even know if it exists today, in this crazy … Continue reading I am the first comma …

Il existe un endroit mystérieux où se réalisent les rêves auxquels on ne croit pas, où résident les bagues perdues, les boucles d’oreilles dépareillées, les bas préférés et les rouges à lèvres engloutis par les sacs. C’est un lieu, un abîme, où se trouvent les sourires qui ne reviennent pas, l’odeur des cheveux, un col taché, le parfum imprégné sur la manche d’une robe, ton nom inscrit sur un billet, un goût de vin qui persiste sur la langue. Ils flottent là, suspendus dans une orbite improbable ou inaccessible, accompagnés du murmure incessant de trois ou quatre phrases que l’on … Continue reading Il existe un endroit mystérieux où se réalisent les rêves auxquels on ne croit pas

Toi, belle âme qui fait de moi un poème, tu transformes les matines d’incertitude en poésie. Nos souvenirs résonnent comme des cordes qui vibrent ensemble, chantent ensemble et crient ensemble leurs désirs. Je veux rendre inévitable ce qui pourrait être évité, ressentir chaque nuance de manière complexe. Car si l’Amour est une terre sans chemin, je me suis égaré car je veux te retrouver. À chaque pas que je fais, je me livre, car je reviens toujours à nous deux, et nous ne revenons pas tous les deux. Les syllabes de ton nom se confondent avec les battements de ma … Continue reading Belle âme …

My mother, a woman of profound wisdom and insight, held a belief so extraordinary, it could only be rivaled by her unwavering determination. She firmly believed that our chests, the very core of our beings, had the capacity to house not only the celestial heavens but also the darkest recesses of hell. It was a notion that both intrigued and fascinated me, as I marveled at the depths of her imagination. In her mind, love was the key to taming the ever-consuming fury that resided within us all. She urged us to feed love generously, even in the face of … Continue reading My mother…

Let Them Sleep “Those who don’t feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on.” Love, a force so powerful and captivating, has the potential to transform lives and ignite the soul. It is an enchanting river that gracefully sweeps individuals off their feet, compelling them to surrender to its divine … Continue reading Let Them Sleep

Dans tes yeux fatigués par la tristesse, je trouve une source d’inspiration infinie. Je les transforme en poésie, une poésie que je ne nourris que pour toi. Entre tes mains marquées par le temps, je te prête les miennes, afin que tu puisses trouver un peu de repos. À tes lèvres au goût amer, je serai des fleurs à ta bouche, pour te rappeler que ton nom est synonyme de beauté. Je veux être celui qui te parle d’espoir, celui qui te berce dans les bras de la nuit, et qui t’éveille avec tes rêves les plus doux. J’annonce l’arrivée … Continue reading Dans tes yeux fatigués

What makes me sad is a question that seems almost impossible to answer. Sadness is a complex emotion, and it can be triggered by a multitude of things. For me, one of the things that make me sad is listening to certain types of music, particularly opera. The haunting melodies and emotional performances can touch a deep part of my soul, causing tears to well up in my eyes. Another source of sadness for me is contemplating the fragility of life. It is a delicate dance on a tightrope, and it can be all too easy to lose balance and … Continue reading What makes me sad?

Absence has always been synonymous with lack in my mind. I used to mourn, perhaps unknowingly, this absence in my life. However, my perspective has undergone a transformation over time. I now realize that absence is not a void, but rather a tangible presence within me. It is as though I can feel her, her ethereal essence enveloping me in its comforting embrace. This incorporeal absence is now so deeply intertwined with my being that it brings forth laughter, dance, and an overflow of exuberant exclamations. In the past, I would view absence as something missing, as a lack that … Continue reading Absence…

October 2016 In the depths of my being, I find myself entwined with the untamed spirit of the wolves, sharing a connection to the wild and primal forces of nature. Yet, as I stand amidst the clovers of fortune, it seems that fate conspires to rip them away, leaving me bereft of luck and fortune. I dig my place on the earth, seeking solace and grounding amidst the chaos that surrounds me. But instead of finding respite, I feel myself being devoured, consumed by the darkness that lurks within the ink-black nights. It is in this darkness that I encounter … Continue reading Letter to my abuser

As the morning light gently caressed my face, I awoke to the embrace of a chilly breeze. Today, my senses were awakened to the subtle wonders that surround me. I marveled at the transformation of my hair, now silky and smooth, as if nature itself had bestowed upon me a newfound radiance. Nestled within the confines of my bed, I reveled in its softness and coziness, enveloped by sheets adorned with a blue duvet, harmonizing with the gentle hues of a light green room. With a languid stretch, I felt the delightful sensation of my muscles elongating, awakening my body … Continue reading The beauty of simplicity