I Don't know if you and me are meant to be
Mais ceci étant dit
Je fais tourner les pages de mon livre
Celui qui traite de ma vie
J'y lis des mots dont les lettres dansent pour te décrire
Dans cette relation
J'espère y trouver la passion
Et faire vivre tes sensations
Avec douceur et compassion
Soleil levant
Au senteurs du printemps
Fleur que tu es
Je ne pourrais te résister
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
Des plus profonds des océans
Et du haut du ciel
Plus forts et plus ardents mes désirs sont
Tu me fais face avec ton sourire tout beau tout miel
Je me perds alors dans mes émotions
Intrigué, je t'observe comme un bel oiseau battant des ailes
Dans tes yeux brillent mille lueurs de satisfaction
Dans les miens dansent mille et un rayons de de lumière
Chaleur et douceur
Nul besoin de croire en son destin
Nul besoin de lire Hugo ou Voltaire pour te dire que tu es belle
Nul besoin d'attendre pour prendre part à ce doux festin
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Trying to sleep,
Working till i get tired
In my bed i retire
But my head playing solo
Spamming me with thoughts going slowmo
Making my body slave of my mind
Feeling miserable, confined
But i'm a fighter
Even if i'm blind
I can see brighter
In my imagination i feel ya near me
No doubt you can hear me
In the broken mirror the reflection of myself
Deep in my eyes you can see yourself
Let dreamland turn wonderland
Your image shining
Like a lighthouse, guiding my steps towards sleep,
deep
Finally, i'll get there even with air to breathe
I'll try to find some peace
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
When you have nothing left to win, try not to lose everything...
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Life,
that train on which we embark by accident
Family,
that tissue on which we wipe our tears
School,
that pain which makes us stronger
Friends,
that diversity which enriches us
Religion,
that pill which lets us cross the borders of reason and logic
Adventure,
that fascinating quest whispered to me by a girl i like
Work,
that fight which we must win
Money,
that double-edged knife which can cut us
Love,
that drug which we can't get enough
Children,
these stars which we hope will shine forever
Death,
that last train station where we don't want to get off
Grave,
That dark and cold room
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
There was a boy who lost his way
He wondered if he'd leave or stay
So he decided to sit and think
He raised up his head to the tired sky
With his curious eyes, he stared at the shining stars
And with an innocent face, he smiled to the lonely moon
Dancing in the cold night, the trees seemed so happy far away from men
The little boy stood up and walked his way, responding the call of the wild, free, naive forest
Alone with his dreams and fears, he called his mommy out of darkness
A soft wind broke the silence of the night
Murmuring its sweet and lovely songs
The boy amazed turned around himself and open his arms like a blue happy bird
He heard something cracking
He turned his eyes and saw a white wolf looking at him as if he was the last of its kind
The wolf screamed in pain
When the boy realised that the beast was looking for its mother too,
hot tears flowed down his cheeks
He headed toward the wolf
The white beast growled loudly
The kid smiled and cuddeled it,
chasing its pain away
The two lost their paths but they finally found themselves
Like two parts of the same soul...
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Knock knock knock the daily alarm rang rang rang
wake up and look at your life
maybe it'd feel like you are facing up to a broken mirror,
wandering in an endless desert of sharp despair and pointed distress
Maybe you, they and i should see into our hearts
and travel throughout our souls
maybe we should climb the stairs of love
maybe we should destroy the walls of hate,
bringing bridges together as if it was an invisible string between the poor and the rich,
between the young and the old,
between the sky and the ground,
between the stars and all the orphans' cries
How many times would we fall down before we stand up?
how many times would we sleep with no regets?
and how many times would we wake up with a smile in our faces?
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
What if i wake up today
and see words alive,
fighting each other like brother enemies
would LOVE win over HATRED?
or would PEACE suffer from WAR?
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
I met an old man one day
he gave me a book, an old book
I looked at him with a curious eye
he smiled to me and disappeared like a tired smoke
With trembling fingers i turned the pages
some angry dust released itself into the air,
like a result of traveling throughout the places and over the ages
that night when i read it, glued to my chair
i thought i lost my mind in an ocean of words...
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Dear mirror,
We stand up in front of you
You stay there, like an old tree, calm
Dear mirror, we show you our secrets
Our good and bad secrets
But you are still like an old man,attentive
Dear mirror, you see us cry and smile
But you are still tough like a stone
We give you a look, and you give it back
Dear mirror, we hit you and you hit us back
So are you good or bad?
Or are you showing us our true nature?
Dear mirror, our emotions are naked in front of you
Far from you we wear so many faces
But we see you as you are and you see us as we are
Dear mirror...
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC