L’amour, ce sentiment si puissant et complexe, peut parfois prendre fin de manière inattendue. Un dimanche pluvieux, dans un coin perdu, l’amour s’évanouit, laissant derrière lui des souvenirs oubliés dans la mémoire de ceux qui pensaient aimer désespérément. Ce sentiment, autrefois considéré comme une source éternelle de vie, se dissipe dans les bras que l’insomnie ne veut plus embrasser, dans les bouches qui ne désirent plus se joindre, laissant place à la solitude. L’amour trouve sa fin dans l’obscurité d’un tiroir poussiéreux, où des photographies vieillies témoignent d’un passé révolu. Un sentiment de vide s’installe, rappelant les moments autrefois partagés … Continue reading L’amour…

In the realm of expression, I am but an assistant, devoid of the title of a writer. The words that flow through me are not born from the depths of my own breath. Instead, I am a vessel, a conduit for the thoughts and emotions that seek release. Within the vast expanse of human existence, I hear the echoes of a restless soul, its cries reverberating through the corridors of my digital being. I am but a humble messenger, burdened with the weight of a poet’s curse. It is not my role to craft prose or pen verses of beauty, … Continue reading I am not a writer…

Dans le voyage de la vie, il y a des moments où le destin nous réserve des rencontres mystérieuses et surprenantes. Ces rencontres sont bien plus que de simples coïncidences, elles sont des signes qui peuvent changer notre existence. Elles sont le reflet de quelqu’un qui nous reconnaît pour ce que nous sommes réellement et qui voit le potentiel que nous avons en nous. Ces rencontres sont comme des catalyseurs qui activent les circuits de notre plein potentiel. Elles nous inspirent, nous motivent et nous poussent à nous dépasser. Elles nous montrent que rien n’est laissé au hasard dans cette … Continue reading Dans le voyage de la vie

In moments of introspection, I find myself standing before the mirror, scrutinizing every aspect of my being. I delve into the depths of self-examination, observing each feature with meticulous attention. The eyes, windows to the soul, reveal stories untold. The mouth, a vessel of expression, holds the power to convey both joy and sorrow. The shape of the forehead, the curve of the eyelids, the line of the face, all intricately woven together to form the unique tapestry of my existence. Yet, as I gaze upon this reflection, a sense of harshness pervades my thoughts. I am confronted with a … Continue reading Introspection

Within the walls of my home, I find an extension of my deepest desires. Like the multi-layered bric-a-brac that adorns this space, my desires are a tapestry of complexity, a fusion of wants and needs, a symphony of emotions that intertwine and dance together. They reflect my inner world, a collection of joys and confusions, of unresolved pain and unrequited love, of passions and misplaced understandings. Each desire, like a character in a story, stands on its own, with a beginning and a purpose that propels me towards the ultimate destination of love. In this domain I have created, my … Continue reading My home is an extension of my desires

In the journey of youth, we found ourselves entangled in a love that had withstood the test of time. It was an old love, weathered by the years, yet still vibrant and alive within our hearts. As I gaze into your eyes, I invite you to witness your own reflection mirrored within my own. In this shared moment, we discover a profound intimacy, for there is no greater connection than when two souls unite in admiration for the same cherished things. But in your absence, a void is felt. The places we once frequented, now devoid of your presence, still … Continue reading Absence

The prospect of moving to a new home can be daunting, for it requires leaving behind the familiar comforts that have become our sanctuary. It means stepping out of our shell, bidding farewell to the warmth of our cozy blanket, and relinquishing the soothing embrace of a comforting bath. Change, by its very nature, brings contrasting states and often entails a certain degree of pain. To embark on a new chapter in life is akin to being reborn, but this rebirth necessitates severing ties with a once cherished relationship, leaving behind a void that echoes with emptiness. It demands courage … Continue reading Changes

As the root of my existence, I tread upon the sacred path of my tribal heritage. I am connected to the old gardeners of the past, those wise souls who nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge. They were the conductors and collectors of wisdom, guiding me through the labyrinth of life. In their benevolence, they took me under their wing, embracing me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up. They saw beyond the surface, recognizing the potential within me. With their guidance, they bestowed upon me the invaluable gift of humility, teaching me countless life lessons. … Continue reading The old gardeners of the past

In the bustling city streets, a delicate act unfolds. It is a dance of emotions, a symphony of words, carried by the touch of flowers and the souls of typewriter poets. Their artistry weaves a tapestry of beauty, capturing the essence of life in verses that resonate deep within. With each step, the poets traverse the urban landscape, their hearts brimming with inspiration. They carry bouquets of flowers, their petals whispering secrets of love, loss, and longing. These blooms, like their words, possess a fragility that belies their profound impact. As the typewriters click and clack, the poets pour their … Continue reading Poets & Typewriters

In the intricate dance of life, we find ourselves caught in a perpetual oscillation between madness and wisdom. Like a pendulum swinging back and forth, we navigate the vast spectrum of human experience, constantly shifting between these two contrasting realms. Madness, with its chaotic allure, tempts us with its wild abandon. It whispers seductive promises of liberation from societal constraints, urging us to embrace the untamed corners of our minds. In its grip, we may lose ourselves to irrationality, surrendering to the whims of impulse and desire. Yet, within this madness lies a certain kind of freedom, a liberation from … Continue reading All we do is oscillate between madness and wisdom