When I close my eyes

Here’s where my heart lies

The scent of thyme, jasmine, rosemary

The orange blossom

And the bittersweet taste of wild artichokes

Carried by the wind of the sea

Invade my childhood memory

Enshrined in a ruined fortress

Hidden in the wrinkle of a thorny mountain

Home of goats, eagles and wildflowers,

In the quietness of these gardens

I grew up,

Sheltered by pine and oak trees

Sitting down on Phoenician tomb remains

Reading or daydreaming

Rocked by the lyricism of birds.

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

One comment

  1. C’est si beau Erik, je ne l’avais pas lu, il m’a donnée les larmes aux yeux, c’est très très beau et m’a beaucoup émue

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