How small we are. How many days we live being as we must, thinking automatically, walking in the same direction… How many hours we spent counting our hopes in the middle of nothing. Because we don’t know how many lives we would have, or if we will be able to know which life we are or were living. It’s hard to realize that everything we build with our presence could fade away in a second. We remain in others minds and memories… But how can we last forever? Is there going to be a time when people forget about Aristotle, … Continue reading How small we are…

I’ve fallen in love a million times over. I’m still falling in love with life… I fall every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I fall in love like tears leaking from the eyes of a hysterical woman who just realized that she drowned her own dreams in a tub. Too many to count; too many times to fathom. I fall like I’m abusing gravity, entangling it like an accomplice, coercing it like hostage. Like the only time I’m willing to serve is the time it takes to gasp between peak and botom. I fall so … Continue reading I’ve fallen in love a million times over.

Nous portons tous des cicatrices, visibles ou invisibles, Marquant nos cœurs comme une toile de lignes impassibles, Lignes douces et tenues ou failles insondables, abyssales, Lignes de cotonnade ou plaies déchirant les entrailles…. In love with French language Continue reading In love with…

I love you for the poetry of things said as if I had never before said word: an importance, a meaning, a royalty, a swallow even from the contented lips that make me heavens. I lived with silences like unconscious mourning for not knowing about you. Whatever you said to me was an old newspaper page, formality, filling, a catalog of conveniences necessary to survive the days… ❤     Continue reading I love you…

Sometimes we are what we would not like to be; We reap what we should not have; We collided with what we would not want to see. We suffer for what we never thought we would suffer. We are incomplete sum. Collections of failure, uncertainties, manias Anguishes, faults and leftovers. Until the Love in us arrives … Love is the essence Continue reading Sometimes…

… while the time with its delays makes the world turn and life happens, with our unexpected crossing, I began to suffer from urgencies. After you, I do not follow rhythms or respect deadlines, the days dissolve in the nights and the nights in waits … Continue reading Time…