I heard crickets today
I heard them every night and day.
I heard lazy conversations in French
To the sound of reggae and a glass of rosé.

I smelt the freshness of Mont-Saint-Victoire
And dryness of the ground beneath my feet.
Smelt the distinct odour of oil paint in the distance,
Creating a new 'œuvre d'art’.

I touched a rough stone wall, covered with dust and dead leaves
It seemed sharp against my fingers but I only smiled.
I felt the soft fur of a stray cat
It hissed at me but didn't move a limb.

My tongue tingled from the bitter sweet bubbles of apple cyder,
Tingling my throat and warming my chest.
I took another sip and it ran through my body,
Relaxing every muscle.

My eyes were half closed yet still focused.
I saw children running around,
I saw old houses leaning one side
I saw Vauvenargues.

The sun is caressing your face.
Your frown and your wrinkles deepen:
You never liked its rays.
But I did — on you.

You hated your body, your tongue, your music
But oh! How wrong were you?
Your body impressed me, your tongue sweetened me
And your music…

It brought life to me.
I hum your tunes all around and people call me mad,
But they just haven’t heard your songs, yet.
And I swear if they did, they would be just as mad as you and I.

And I know this sounds cheesy
But I just can’t fall asleep without your gentle strumming on my old Gibson.
Hell, I can’t even play. I bought it just to impress you.
And I hope I did

Because today was the last day I’ve heard your music.

There’s always a place
Where you don’t feel safe
To say who you are
And to show them yourself.

You find it sooner or later:
Some stay there for long,
Some leave ‘s fast as they can.
The point is — everyone knows it.

I’ve been there.
It wasn’t exactly like that
But every day that I hoped that the day would be sunny
Ended up being just like a stormy one.

I felt alone,
Abandoned
And hurt
But I still fought to stay strong.

And I was, people said,
Though I didn’t feel it.
In the end, no one won —
They thought of it as a show.

The morale is: don’t give up,
You won’t always win,
But a new step in life will surely come
And your bitterness will be replaced by something better

Just like mine did.

Peace
Is what I want,
Is what I have.

I think it’s all inside;
You just have to think right.
You just gotta find something
That makes you get that feeling.

That feeling of calmness,
Understanding,
Unity
And life.

That life inside you should always grow
You’ll recall me when you’d feel it.
It’s different for all
But for me it’s:

Nature,
Dogs,
Music,
Travel

And people.
Life wouldn’t be right without people.