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Just Give Me a Reason

Chant de la Lointaine

… Je serai, dans ton coeur, l’été sans fin des îles
Du Sud, un paysage vierge où tes accords
Connaîtront la beauté de se sentir dociles
Au rythme élyséen des lignes de mon corps ; Read the rest of this entry »

Poppies on a Minefield

We were from the Beginning, if there was one. You and I.

We are everything, like everything else in the universe. Cells in the organism. Barely individual, just on the surface. Dive deeper – and there are no faces, genders, concepts, attributes, peculiarities. We are but particles of the force of life which I sometimes call God. Or Love.

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Night Flight. Version 2

You are with me wherever I travel.

You are in me.

Every sight I discover is drenched in your presence as if you were looking at things my eyes and experiencing together. Read the rest of this entry »

On Sharing

I want to hold your warm hand and share my cold with you.

I want to share the intimate silence that lives between us, accompanied by a touch and the awakened new energy streaming up the veins.

I want to share with you the moment of timelessness filled with the sense of bliss after which you know you can die without a single regret because it is more than you’ve ever hoped to experience.  Read the rest of this entry »

Let Me Get the Door My Love

Let me get the door my Love

I’ll take care of it in a second

Probably a salesman or the woman bringing the mail

Let me get the door my Love

Yes I am sure the bell was just ringing


It’s Common Sense standing at the door

Saying I should wake up to reality

Open my eyes to the truth

You are not for me and I am not for you

I should leave the irrational for fools he is saying


He’s not alone there trying to reach me

Conscience glances with a silent reproach

Remember your morals she says grimly

Remember all the things you said you wouldn’t do

This is the time to scrape off the confusion


There’s a crowd at the door my Love

Pride smirks at me with her scalding eyes

I don’t recognise you what happened to the Queen

Fix your crown if you’re worthy to wear it

Second means the last one you know


I am still at the door looking through the hallway

As you are leaning over a sketchbook drawing our dreams

In the living room filled with your sunlight

I stand there holding my breath hiding from visitors

Pretending that nobody’s home


– Forgive me.
– Always.

1. Move on

In my secret dusty catacombs, I sometimes sit and think if there are things I would not do for you. Disturbingly enough, I can’t think of them. I imagine situations, push the limits and see that there is still that extra mile I could go for you. Read the rest of this entry »