Monthly Archives: March 2018

Loving fears

To shine of a truer light I must learn to merge time and space in love stifling fears before they are born    

Loving fears

To shine of a truer light I must learn to merge time and space in love stifling fears before they are born    

Losing my true colors

When the sky darkens and the maelstrom of fears blow I lose my true colors   When time ticks in my ear and my mind doubts of my heart I lose my true colors   When I try to resist

Losing my true colors

When the sky darkens and the maelstrom of fears blow I lose my true colors   When time ticks in my ear and my mind doubts of my heart I lose my true colors   When I try to resist

Pressed by time

I’m pressed by time I’m lost on my way should I look at a map and run or should I trust my inner compass and walk at my own pace entrusting life with the responsibility of arriving or not arriving

Pressed by time

I’m pressed by time I’m lost on my way should I look at a map and run or should I trust my inner compass and walk at my own pace entrusting life with the responsibility of arriving or not arriving

Un rêve éloigné / A distant dream

Tu es encore un rêve éloigné pour moi et je devrai peindre tout mon chemin vers toi découvrant les couleurs qui sommeillent dans la toile blanche   –   You are still a distant dream for me and I will

Un rêve éloigné / A distant dream

Tu es encore un rêve éloigné pour moi et je devrai peindre tout mon chemin vers toi découvrant les couleurs qui sommeillent dans la toile blanche   –   You are still a distant dream for me and I will

Enclosed fortress

The heart of a blue green lion is enclosed in a fortress of stone   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)  

Enclosed fortress

The heart of a blue green lion is enclosed in a fortress of stone   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)  

Readjusting

There still is a lot of smoke to let go from so many shadows to explore before being able to see the wound and bring it to the light   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)

Readjusting

There still is a lot of smoke to let go from so many shadows to explore before being able to see the wound and bring it to the light   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)

Forgotten landscapes

From afar, very afar, I see glimpses of the forgotten landscapes that were supposed to be so familiar to me once   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)    

Forgotten landscapes

From afar, very afar, I see glimpses of the forgotten landscapes that were supposed to be so familiar to me once   – Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)