I have become universal, longing for extrodinary, astonishment, fearing nothing else than a manipulative Self that can drive me to destruction. I strive to kill my Ego, to not be led by a wrecked mind and make the difference between what should be kept and what should be left. People want me predictible, obedient and… Continue reading Midnight blend
"The grand essentials to happiness in this life are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." George Washington I know that happines may seem an exquisite emotion these days and it may feel that consistent work should be done until you will be bathed in its magic potion. That ... until… Continue reading 40 things that make me happy
My night in complete inner silence. Far away from clutter. Under the gentle voice of compassion. For myself first. I watched recently Good Will Hunting. I have seen it years ago but at that time I little understood the unspoken script, the words that would meet in a Universe of glimpses and the story that can… Continue reading When being good is as bad as being bad
I smile. I leave. I look back. Follow the feathers brought by the September wind, see where my wing has been lost for my flight has now become a clumsy walk. I am missing from my sky; my angels are raining over the world thinking that I am astray forever. I am hearing horns calling… Continue reading What to do with a broken wing?
They’ve told me to bleed if I want to write good. They’ve told me that whatever truth I have, must be said loudly. How do I feel about that? I used to think that it’s like me getting undressed in front of a crowd of people, waiting for them to decide whether my body corresponds… Continue reading Is it the right thing to do?
Holding fire and flying over the hills … My burning desires as a child. None of them has happened. But the mystery of the flame has been left untouched, the beauty of the flying creatures has still no match. There are things that we should explore from faraway, and feel grateful while only contemplate their… Continue reading Do we really have to conquer it all ?
I would let my hand climb on the wavy, dark sky, point with the tip of my finger on little shimmers that would fall on my hair. Those velvet nights were the scenery of my childhood dreams, where I would swing to the Moon, and I would grab her hands and play her and thrill… Continue reading Swing to the Moon
There is a hand that walks the mountains of my body There is a mouth that whispers to my trees There is an eye that watches me too nearly There is a corner you wait to meet me . There is a voice that grows inside my flowers There is a walk I know from… Continue reading Silence I speak
I have met myself in the morning and I was this woman who layed down in a wild sun, under the wing of a tree, with a smell of poppy and corn tickling my nostrils . I miss home when the clouds and rains are missing from me. I miss home when the thunders are… Continue reading Who are you when you are not home ?