Je n’entends pas la pluie mais en regardant sous les lampadaires, je
la vois.
Auprès de moi, Andrea. Où est-ce mon imagination, déjà ? Mon fantasme ?
Comme ce premier et dernier baiser échangé au moment de la quitter dans la rue, hier.
Je ne me suis pas retourné.
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Je pense à elle avec tendresse. Déjà avec nostalgie, comme incertain du futur
Je veux la retrouver à son appartement, Ville du Mexique. 2025.
Me enamoré de una mujer.
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Andrea, elle semble être la réponse à ces nombreuses récentes interrogations
Qui me torturaient, un peu.
L’Amour n’est certainement pas pragmatique mais transcendant.
Me perdre dans ses bras, j’en rêve.
Qu’elle absorbe mes inquiétudes, me les échange avec un repos digne de la mort.
Quoi de plus ?
Peau contre peau, ses longs cheveux et son rire incontrôlé.
La pluie qui se veut silencieuse face aux lampadaires traîtres.
Suis-je en train de me fabriquer un oasis d’illusions les yeux ouverts ?
M’attend-elle ?
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Mon reflet apparaît dans la vitre et j’aperçois une multitude de possibilités.
Auxquelles aucune je ne semble être en mesure de saisir
« Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point. »

By itself I was
myself, the souled
body with my name

Mirrors helped me
as a teenager to see myself
my hair, my nose, my shape

A life later
I split my body
off, more and more

I distance myself
from the defects of
old age and illness

to continue to recognise
myself as who I want
to have become

spiritually safe and free
rocking in the wonder
until I am no more

The waterfall ...
Falling alone
Falling down is a waste
This is also aware of it
Still the fall is part of it
There is no answer to his loneliness
Falling is his nature.
If it was tied, it had ponds
If you find the right place in the mountain
He turns into a beautiful look...
His, his joy to all
I am jealous of his presence too
There's no option since we're not like that
They have too
Jealously its beauty with those eyes
They have a drink.
What does a waterfall have to do with it?
He falls into free joy
Until then in his life
There are the right places...
The waterfall is not pretty at all.
That's all his job flowing and collapse...
Perfect place to give him beauty..
Gives the right turns...
Happiness is not of a waterfall alone..
Of every turn of it ,
Even of the journey with it
The happiness is equally passionate...
Are you that curve or nah?
This is the real question...!!
- Sagar SB

Today my heart is full.
not from desires fulfilled,
not from battles won.

I have wandered,
I have vanished,
I have thrived
in a world that taught me
what no thought had ever touched,
what no dream had ever dared.

I have outgrown the borders
of my own mind,
becoming someone
who believes far greater
than she ever thought
she could become.

i'm looking for the key to unlock my mind
have you seen it? i don’t know where it is
i have to unlock it, it's urgent
i need to retrieve something

i haven't been there in a while
it's a fascinating place
there is beauty and ugliness
but most importantly, solitude
last time i was there

i vowed never to return
i was done, fatigued, dead
i shut the door and threw away the key
but now i got to find it

i got to open the door once more
got to look inside once again
got to reclaim a vital item
once i lay my hands on it

i will never need to go back
it's the only thing i need
the one thing i can't live without, solitude

I skipped a few pages, I’ll have to double back
Sort of got carried away and lost track
I’ll save some words to fill them later
Something that sounds a little greater
Maybe some nice lines, fresh in my mind
Just enough to show you I can be kind
Kind of, sort of, maybe I don’t know
Never can tell which way the words will go