Monthly Archives: April 2018

Force’s failure

I can’t force you nor can I force myself things must take the time they shall and meanwhile, I have found my peace of heart    

Force’s failure

I can’t force you nor can I force myself things must take the time they shall and meanwhile, I have found my peace of heart    

Quiet expectation

I’m waiting in quiet expectation for you to write me again for the fire in my heart to be rekindled and the strong wind that is blowing outside whispers of hope and change and healing    

Quiet expectation

I’m waiting in quiet expectation for you to write me again for the fire in my heart to be rekindled and the strong wind that is blowing outside whispers of hope and change and healing    

Memories of war

My earliest memory of war is somewhere between five and eight year old in my recollection, the city where I was living had been bombed by a foreign aviation and from what I recall, sirens had started to scream with

Memories of war

My earliest memory of war is somewhere between five and eight year old in my recollection, the city where I was living had been bombed by a foreign aviation and from what I recall, sirens had started to scream with

Afraid to be beaten

I’m so, so afraid to be harmed, to be beaten I’m afraid to be invaded in the temple of my body and be denied the right to continue existing I’m afraid of ill-intentioned people but even more of the people

Afraid to be beaten

I’m so, so afraid to be harmed, to be beaten I’m afraid to be invaded in the temple of my body and be denied the right to continue existing I’m afraid of ill-intentioned people but even more of the people

Pardoning myself

Even when I do not do what I want to do even when I do not behave as I wish to behave even when I aren’t yet the person I will someday be even when I do not paint the

Pardoning myself

Even when I do not do what I want to do even when I do not behave as I wish to behave even when I aren’t yet the person I will someday be even when I do not paint the

Tied hands

Haze is creeping behind my eyes and doubts are seeping in my heart fastening my throat, tying my hands preventing me to move, to feel, to love erasing for a moment all the wisdom that I have gained dissolving all

Tied hands

Haze is creeping behind my eyes and doubts are seeping in my heart fastening my throat, tying my hands preventing me to move, to feel, to love erasing for a moment all the wisdom that I have gained dissolving all

Faces and worlds

Can you see all the faces and the worlds etched in the stone they are waiting for you to lay your gaze upon them and kindle them with the light and the fire of life They are the sleeping characters

Faces and worlds

Can you see all the faces and the worlds etched in the stone they are waiting for you to lay your gaze upon them and kindle them with the light and the fire of life They are the sleeping characters