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 …

In my humble existence, I stand as a woman shaped by the hands of time, a witness to its teachings and a testament to its wisdom. Through the ebb and flow of life’s currents, I have learned invaluable lessons that have sculpted the very essence of my being. Time has taught me the profound art of loving life, of cherishing each moment as a precious gift bestowed upon us. It has shown me that amidst the trials and tribulations, there is beauty to be found in every corner, waiting to be embraced. With an open heart, I have learned to … Continue reading Time: my cordial teacher

In longing and yearning, there existed a language that stirred my soul, a language I ached for years to learn. It was vibrant, like the passionate hue of red, pulsating with life and energy. This language was more than mere words; it encapsulated an entire culture, a world I had intimately embraced in the realm of dreams. He, the embodiment of this language, became my guide and teacher. With his mastery and command, he unraveled the intricacies of this culture, weaving its threads into the fabric of my being. In his disciplined and faithful approach, he nurtured my understanding, allowing … Continue reading I loved him, Yoruba, my culture, with a love that knew no bounds.

The tragic loss of innocent lives and the erosion of reason in the face of fundamentalism is a deeply distressing reality that we must confront with utmost sincerity and empathy. The death of reason, coupled with the devastating consequences it brings, is a stark reminder of the importance of fostering understanding, compassion, and critical thinking in our societies. In any clash of fundamentalisms, it is crucial to acknowledge that there can be no justification for the deaths of children or any innocent individuals. Their lives are precious, and their well-being should be safeguarded above all else. It is a collective … Continue reading There are no excuses for the deaths of children…

Every now and then, in the vast expanse of my existence, my internal seas dry up, leaving behind a desolate landscape of arid climate, where hot winds scorch the earth and empty voids stretch out endlessly. During these moments, my feet stumble upon the harsh terrain, each step more grueling than the last, and my soul yearns for sustenance, craving nourishment to quell its hunger. It is in these times of barrenness that tears become the seeds I must sow, planting flowers that will bloom and bring life to this arid world. As I traverse this seemingly futile path, I … Continue reading Tides

I find myself in this precise moment. Three simple words encapsulate my presence, my essence, and my connection to this world. “I am here.” Within these words lies a profound truth, a declaration of my existence on this earth. It is not a mere coincidence or happenstance that I find myself in this particular place, on this specific continent, within the boundaries of this city. This is my home, my domain, and my reality. In the grand tapestry of history, I am woven into the fabric of this epoch, this century, this year. It is within these temporal boundaries that … Continue reading I am here …