Happy new year 2007

You can see me in the mirror...

Greetings!

At the end of the day...

On my way home, everything seemed quiet, the sun was going down,
the windows were glaring with a warm orange light and,
I could hear cheerful voices set for dinner,
and I imagined that, in a few minutes the same voices
will be streaming from our home…
Singing and walking with dancing steps, happy,
as if I was infected by that mood that penetrated my eyes and ears.
Suddenly I stopped and everything looked gloomy,
suddenly it occurred to me;

How many people are deprived of that feeling of warmth,
being locked between 4 cruel walls,
getting scarred every time their neighbors get loud...

Or those who are old enough that no one needs them anymore,
those who have to wait for our charity from a season to the other,
accepting it bitterly, and smiling “par gentillesse”.

Those whose home is the street, tormented with despair,
trembling in the dark, stretching their hands to the world,
maybe someone will suddenly realize they exist…

Those who wake up every morning not knowing why,
when looking at the mirror everyday is a growing pain,
and not a glimpse of hope for tomorrow…

Those who think their lives got longer than it should,
that the angel of death has missed their souls,
That they are only here by mistake…

The children, who have no shoulder to lean on,
that are not sure that at least one person cares for them,
and anything concerns them is always secondary…

Thinking that I could have been one of them,
that someday I would become as lonely,
that I’m guilty for all…

Thinking about how many times, I frowned for no reason,
When a smile could have made someone’s day…

How many times I threw money buying what I don’t need,
When others are striving for an old piece of bread…

How many times I was complaining of an unwanted company,
When others scare people away…

How many times I never made use of what life has given me,
When others have nothing at all…

Sunny days...

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Buffet “El sa’ada”

Entre passé et présent ;
un coup de pinceau…

Aimer c'est savourer la douleur...

Aimer c'est jouir la vie avec ceux qu'on aime,
imaginez si on aime tout le monde...

Aimer c'est sentir le coeur d'autrui,
c'est être sensible...

Aimer c'est agir,
sans hésiter ni se plaindre...

Aimer c'est souffrir sans espoir,
et porter la croix du monde entier...

C'est quand le tournement est intolérable,
et soudain la joie immense s'empare de nos âmes...

Aimer c'est la bénédiction de la souffrance,
Aimer c'est savourer la douleur...

Sometimes

Words seem too weak

Rays of loneliness

The sun is falling slowly into the deep purple water, sending the last rays of its immense light, warming the whole place for one last time, before it sinks and leave it to the dark.
The boy is still standing there, making a wish, his last wish for the day, hoping that maybe , something will drag his line, there he stood on a rock, that is stone cold, striving for a prey, before the sky blocks its last ray.
There he stood alone, in a vast universe, where he seems to be too small, everything is, when the light is fading, in a few minutes the darkness will reign again, and he'll have to go home, with his empty bag...

Serenity

A moment of eternity,
where emotions are neutral,
where thoughts freeze,
and peace reigns...

The waves

"The wind rose...The waves broke and spread their water swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall...The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping...They swept round the rocks, and the spray, leaping high, spattered the walls of a cave that had been dry before, and left pools inland...The waves broke and spread their white fans over the shore..."
From The Waves of Virginia Woolf

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Des ombres sobres et creux....
Des hallucinations mêlés du sable séché,
milliers de chimères s'écoulent,
je m'enfonce dans le tourbillon,
de rêves et de réalité.