Poems
Life in its most beautiful and saddest metaphors. Or, how to write what cannot be described.
recovery
Running in the forest. Climb the trees, challenge the brambles under the support of the branches which, if previously represented…
I dream
I dream of a distant country Of an uncertain mist, of a lost tree A field of flowers and a…
sleep
SleepEyes that closeClose, fall at nightFalls the heavy fatigueShe strangles, breaks, presses and flattens the last happinesses, in fact opportunities…
argan leaf
It's evening and I feel melancholy. I hear the dull melody of the cars, and the beating heart of a…
Shades
Often, when we simplify the world to live it better, we lose the nuances and we gain in categorization. We…
comfort of the air
The comfort of an evening From the belly, from the body, from the mind Outside, night off, stars in the…
weather and clouds
Like time, it passes in the sky / The wind / The infinite course of the clouds, following a straight…
spring time
Its heart is a pile of cold snow, where rain covers the ground with powerful pillars of doubt; where the…
in my opinion
A simpler solution fights relentlessness / My nights spent wondering / What branch I would take, which flower would come…
the story of a dead heart
I've often heard of / About this long-abandoned place / It's the story / Of a heart / Death. /…
