Dans les méandres de l’âme, je trouve mon refuge, paré de toutes les émotions qui font de moi un être humain. Les sourires illuminent mes jours, les larmes lavent mes peines, les arrivées apportent la joie et les départs enseignent la résilience. Les nuits me murmurent des secrets, les jours me révèlent des vérités. C’est dans ce tourbillon d’expériences que j’entends la voix intérieure me dire que pour aimer, il faut apprendre à aimer. Chaque émotion, chaque moment de bonheur ou de tristesse, chaque rencontre et chaque adieu, tout cela m’enseigne la complexité de l’amour. C’est un apprentissage continu, une … Continue reading Dans les méandres de l’âme

Someone is knocking on the front door, and it’s time. I take a sip to find my words, but I’m lost in silence, and time chuckles at my struggle. It mocks the tears I’ve shed, knowing it can pass through without a care, while I remain trapped in its grasp. On a summer day, the sky is a brilliant blue, the wind whispers through my soul. Inside, there are leaves rustling in my heart, and it’s time again. I recall a love that slipped away, and time chuckles once more, claiming we are equals, if only I could see. It … Continue reading It is time

To the naked eye, it was nothing more than a sudden rain, but inside it sounded like a storm. The world continued as usual, unperturbed by the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops. Yet, within the confines of the heart, a tempest raged. Emotions churned like the wild winds of a storm; thoughts thundered like crashing waves against the shore. The external calmness belied the internal turmoil, the facade of tranquility masking the tumultuous sea of feelings within. The rain, so innocuous to those outside, was a symphony of chaos within, a deluge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm. To the naked … Continue reading Inside it sounded like a storm

In love, I find a home A place where my heart can roam A space where I can be free To love and be loved, just me In love, I find solace A sanctuary, a place of grace Where I can rest my weary soul And let love’s healing waters flow In love, I find belonging A sense of purpose, a feeling so strong A place where I am truly seen And where my love can intervene So yes, I love that the phrase is “in love” For it’s a place where I can rise above A place where I … Continue reading In love, a place to live…

She once spoke of forgotten truths, her heart filled with the sweet scent of inspiration. Her desire was to save others, unaware that she herself was lost. With words, she gently dried the tears on others’ faces, while she drowned in her own sorrows. So many stories consumed her, intertwining with her very being. She played the heroine, saving others, even though she felt like a bandit. Poetry became her refuge, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. Her once vibrant days were now but a carnival of disguise. Through her tales of yesteryear, she twisted stories into a bitter … Continue reading she simply hoped everyday joys amidst her sobs

I yearn to wake and pour my ocean into the parched cup of my lover’s sands. As the sunlight filters through the curtains, I imagine the golden rays gently caressing his bare skin, awakening him to the possibilities that lie ahead. It is in those moments that I feel a surge of passion, an overwhelming desire to give him all that I have, to quench his thirst with the depths of my love. In the realm between sleep and wakefulness, I find solace in dreams. It is there that I can immerse myself in fantasies, where my lover’s desires are … Continue reading My ocean of love

Lasciando l’aria prendere spazio, si espande un senso di presenza accanto a sé stesso, in un luogo dimenticato, inseguito da antichi sentimenti fugaci. Si piega all’interno di cavità fiorite, lanciando possibilità di un futuro incrollabile, attualmente assente a causa della nostra stessa distruzione. Sospiro, fuori, perché le mie viscere sono occupate da paesi stranieri chiamati pensieri, miele dall’alveare, che impollinano tutto l’inquinamento, modificano tutte le verità in bugie. Eppure, all’interno di tali paradossi, rimane il filo della libertà. Seguo il filo nel nucleo di qualcosa di più della follia, al di là delle ombre della tristezza estiva che spuntano come … Continue reading Lasciando l’aria prendere spazio

In the fabric of your being, poetry weaves its delicate threads. It is etched upon your biceps, a declaration of artistry that resides in the space between your elbow and wrist. It finds its home in the measurements of your shoes, a reminder that every step you take is a dance upon the pages of verse. The skin behind your ear holds the secrets of your soul, where poetry whispers its truths into the depths of your being. It lingers at the base of your neck, entwined with each vertebrae, a spine of words that supports the weight of your … Continue reading You are poetry …

Aujourd’hui, je me confesse, mon âme est à nu, dévoilée, telle une robe démodée. Elle a été arrachée de mes os, dévorée et régurgitée comme un plat interdit, consommé trop précipitamment. Aujourd’hui, mon âme est blessée, ravagée… Les tourments de la vie ont laissé des cicatrices profondes, des marques indélébiles sur mon être. Les épreuves ont ébranlé ma foi, ont fait vaciller mes convictions les plus profondes. Je me sens déchiré, brisé, comme si mon essence même avait été mise à mal. Dans ce confessionnal solitaire, à cette heure tardive, je déverse mes peines, mes regrets, mes remords. Je me … Continue reading Confessionnel à 01h07

In my entire existence, I have found myself submerged in an ocean of tears, seeking solace from the divine. I have navigated the turbulent waters, rowing ceaselessly against the currents of life, yet losing sight of whether I was rowing against or for my own desires. Like a weary sailor, I cast my anchor when it was time to depart, only to find myself leaving when it was time to find stability. In this tumultuous journey, I have known the pangs of both hunger and excess, oscillating between scarcity and abundance. I have endured the illusions of mirages and the … Continue reading Sailing …