Time is alive
And we didn’t know about it.
It can swallow us entirely
In its vortex of energy
Seducing us to walk
On the edges of eternity.
And yet it has its drawers
Portals of mysteries
Pregnant of the secrets of
This universe.
Black magic holes
With their moaning vaults
Scream their boredom
Of famine density
They have nothing to tell us
And there’s nothing to understand
It’s just a leap
To dive
Beyond the speed of light,
Right into the stream of time.
Twenty four years pondering your absence,
It’s more than I lived in your presence.
Your void will always remain
Unbearable and undeniable.
I will keep counting life happening
Outside of your world,
To be able to tell you how much I miss you in mine,
How much it costs me to live these years
On this planet,
Without you.
You remind me of all the paragraphs
That could have described me happy
In some other possible stories.
Of all the beautiful silences
In life,
Stolen at dusk, sky reverent,
Drenched in deep, eager eyes,
Of all the sights and sighs
Made of stars, and
Scented candles of linen and spring.
In line, one by one, all my clothes
Are drying, warmed by an irreverent sun.
They smell of youth,
And hurt like white truths.
We’ll never know more than this,
Memories trapped in perfumes
Distilled already in melancholy.
You remind me of the night,
That in spite of all the light,
I would never want to end.
Back to the roots,
Back to back with myself
Frightened
Fragile
Fainting memories
That led the way
To this warm nest
I call my life.
A series of flashbacks
-Decisions decisions decisions-
Fall on me like thunders
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-Decisions decisions decisions-
And all I want is a cup of feathers,
To build my wings and fly away in freedom…
While I sit in my nest
Wings on, ready,
Deciding deciding deciding
When to take flight.
There’s a music that slips
Out of pores,
There’s a music
Right at the core of one’s being.…
And you can only meet it
There, at the shore of one’s
Threshold, in a gaze,
An accidental encounter
With someone who’s
Been sitting there for a while,
And now you’ve finally met.
We are all strangers
Until we meet,
Until we meet ourselves
In someone’s music.
This unsettling feeling
Doesn’t wash away,
I repeat to myself
That it’s meant to stay,
That every change
Comes with a price,
And only when we accept to pay
For it we can savour the joy
Of its consequences.
And yet,
It stings
Grieving my corrupted memories,
I can’t contain them all
And it’s painful
To let them go.
I am scared of my changes
Which rapidly and voluptuously swallow me,
I am scared of feeling lonely
That kind of lonely when you have
Lost yourself.
I am scared of waking up
In a different space everyday,
One world at a time
Redefining my identity.
And there’s no vocabulary
That tastes like home,
No traces of safety,
No reassurance,
No peace.
A perpetual movement
Hangs upon my head,
And I’ll either keep swinging
Or I’ll be dead,
And I’ll rather keep changing
Or I’ll be mad.
Cotton candy doubts
And crispy identities
Crumbling under the weight
Of unresolved uncertainties.
A strange fog filling my brain,
My sight is darkened
By the shadows of this rain.
Drops of me slowly drip down my spine
To liquify and become vapour…
A pond of nothingness,
One would say,
A pond of nothingness
I became.
I lost track of my path,
Of my priorities,
Of my math,
This way
I became prisoner of time.
A pond of nothingness,
One would say,
A pond of nothingness
In which I stay,
To look deeper into the mirror,
Beyond the rage of fear
And rediscover, after all,
I am still all here.
If beauty would have a colour
Would be yours,
Unexpected and powdery,
The perfect palette
To paint dreams…
An ingestion of stars
And music,
Combined in
Wonderful assonances, and an
Overwhelming presence.
Sleek eyes slipping inside my soul
Resembling other eyes
Iconic, immortal,
Almost a statement to time.
I take my shopping and
I leave you there,
Intact as my imagination,
Tempered in memory and spells.
Current
Recurrent
Almost pleasant
Into the folds of my soul
Everywhere
And always
Made of sights and silences
Hiccups of life
As a constant we want to forget about
That stays nonetheless
And keeps us company
In this life,
Melancholy
Abides
Time machine 