To my creator …

If I could use a literary phrase to describe us, it would be Nabokov’s “rust and stardust”. Because darling, you are the romance in life, stardust. You dream, you fly, you aspire for something out of the conventional. I want a 9 to 5 job that would give me the opportunity to take holidays every year and read a good book during the weekend. It’s always about more with you; greed was your greatest sin; you were so greedy in drawing out every moment in this life of ours, sucking hungrily upon it like a child on its mother’s teat. … Continue reading To my creator …

Feeling young…

I feel young today. Standing on the coffee table to feel taller, gazing at nothingness with crooked limbs and a blank expression; the more absent-eyed the more rampant the thoughts. I feel naive. Silly and solitary and full of ridiculous ideas. I feel maternal. Unable to shake the image of a 12-year-old girl picking herself apart in the bathroom mirror before she returns to her friends, stiff and tense. I feel nostalgic leafing through pages to find the same window I looked out of all those years ago, to see the same headlights eyes by, to hear the same piano … Continue reading Feeling young…

The art of saying goodbye II

I do not like goodbyes, I think all of them may shorten life by half; they pour on our faces tears and takes away hugs from those who we love. It looks like the world ends there, in between heartbreaks and departures. No, I hate goodbyes because when I say goodbye I fall apart, an endless collapse. Saying goodbye to someone is simply to give our back to them, turn away and let them there by themselves, the end of all the moments, joys and complicity, a frozen time. Saying that to those who made me great, mute me and … Continue reading The art of saying goodbye II

He…

He came, he took me when there was no way; he won me. He came like a fine rain, as the train in station, as passion to fifteen and first kiss to the twelve, as coffee in the morning, as scribble on the back of my notebook with my raw drawings, as clueless time. Immediately beforehand, I undid my business and sent all them beyond to Marrakech, waiting only that he was the solution for my insane mind. He took away the bitterness that was inside of my chest, all my damn clichés, the sound of my laughter, my comic … Continue reading He…

The urgency of love …

It is the details that fill our lives with beauty. A caring, attention, a kindness, a tender look, these are what inflate inside us, they are what feed us with love. The problem is that, as time goes by, we get used to our loved ones and we forget how every gesture, every look, and every smile are so special, so important for all of us. We get used to the loved one by our side. We think that we will have another day to appreciate those little demonstrations of affection, and without warning, the ones we were used to, … Continue reading The urgency of love …

Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself…

There’s something about the fall weather that stirs up a million feelings inside of you.  As I’m writing this, I’m sitting and listening to a jazz song so beautifull, and getting lost in the music. As I’m sitting here, I can’t help but just think about how lucky I am to be where I am right now and how amazed I am about how quickly life tends to pass you by. I feel like, in a way, we get into this trance —  always wanting the next best thing in life, that we never really stop to be grateful for the … Continue reading Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself…

Love should be …

When they ask me how love should be, I will say it should be light. The answer may even lead to confusion. Perhaps, many do not understand that love should be loose, never heavy, even with all this feeling exploding in our chest, it may be an option, no a tax or obligation, because love is free, something light, pure and sincere. Fraternal, friendly, eternal, carnal… When you look at the beloved one with a smile full of tenderness, this small act, this clash of looks generates an avalanche of emotion making us feel life pulsing inside you. We need … Continue reading Love should be …

I wish …

I wish I feel your warmth, ravage me, save your modesty. Turns me forward, look at my eyes, my flesh is warm, taste me, again, again, over again. Do not be in silence, whisper dirty things in my ear, our moan is poetry and you boil inside me. Love, the time is running out! Break the clock, close your eyes and let us go back in time… let us do poetry again, you are my favorite verses, the Gods nectar for my body… ❤ Continue reading I wish …