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savor of youth

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I wanted it to happen. 

This fusion

Of God knows what elements

A collision of youth

Sweet and bitter flavors I never tasted

Up until 

My hands opened that door

To embrace some perfumed creature

Coming at me from a soothing place

Like trouble.

My certitude is now compromised,

My wisdom perturbed. 

Always predictive,

Never visionless,

Except for this moment

When my intuition flees 

Fearful butterfly 

Or rather daunted 

By the brutal tenderness 

Of his wings 

On which senses are uplifted

To darker skies

Of sinful heavens.

Now, tell me, ruthless bird:

Am I on a trajectory that ends in flames or seventh heaven?

 

couleurs cachées

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I see myself in a garden, a heavenly garden, with the world’s most colorful flowers… It is so ecstatic it could blind your eyes. I am strolling around smelling each one. They are all unique with smells that are beautifully distinguished… and yet, I feel more and more empty as I smell each flower… Like an absence reinforcing itself with each aroma… until I end up in a place where the garden seemingly becomes flower-free. I dazzle at the clear vision of nothingness, a certain void that for some reason dizzies me. All I see is one flower weakly yet bravely surviving on the famished ground, but it looks as if it’s been there for years, decades, maybe even centuries… It is plain white, the white of dreams and complete happiness… I walk around it in chaotic rhythms, and as I stare at the field with no colors, flowers, or life, I find myself. I feel complete. I smell the white flower; it smells dark, intensely dark… devoid of sweetness. My body trembles. Some sort of magic is around me, I know it. I am drunk like a fiercely flowing river, full of life in a place where the only sign of life in sight is a flower that’s hardly being sustained by its own roots.

One wonders…Why would a soul feel empty in a field full of colors, yet completely whole in a field with nothing but a struggling white flower?

Dear… behind every vivid mask lies an empty soul, and behind every pale facade lies a soul full of colors.

 

january thoughts

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Maybe it is true I am just a lie.

But hearing that doesn’t make me cry.

Because what if nothing is real? What if existence feeds on its illusive nature?

Sometimes words write themselves down like the heartbeats in our shattered hearts.

Don’t ask me who I am. I am far from knowing the answer to that myself.

All I know is that I love dreams.

I love white and purity.

I love love.

I feel everything so deeply.

I … was born to be free.

Facing peculiar paths, I wonder how I always knew they were mine to take…

one pearl away

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Her belly.
She was staring at her belly.
What’s in there? She wondered.
A little angel or some fierce desire?
Oh. Wine. 
Where was she anyway? 
Next to whom? All alone?
Ah there he is. That man she had shared a bed with the night before.
The moonlight steals a light from her soul, making its appearance.
As the young man approaches, she wonders if he is hers.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?”
She keeps staring at him, as if he were merely a silhouette, or a visiting spirit.
“Honey, please say something.”
And yet all she could do is look into his eyes, searching for something she cannot quite find.
He sits on the bed next to her, tears climbing up his eyes, seeking release. 
What can he possibly do? He thought and thought. No clue.
She is still staring at him in the most violent way there is.
“My love, come back. Come back to me.” 
She’s thinking about the day they met, the moment this stranger pierced her life and left a mark untraceable and yet untamable.
Something, somewhere, sometime, was immensely engraved in her heart, images of this man chaotically plugged into one vein, the only vein that is left of life’s memory.
Hopeless, he decides to close his eyes for just a minute, desperate to grasp the key he needed tonight to get his woman back. 
A shiver from down his spine up his throat utters: 
“My Pearl.”
She swiftly smiles, taking her eyes off his, sheltering them in her palms, exhaustedly relieved; then says: 
“Paul… It’s you…” She had to start crying otherwise the world would end.
He grabbed her hands, his face finally lit alive, and kissed them both passionately.
“Your words can heal a whole world’s drunkenness.” She murmurs into his neck. “Your eyes unveil the universe’s hunger for love”
“Our love.” He interrupts.
Words float out of her mouth, “Now hold me. Hold me before the sun goes up again and all that matters drowns within life’s ills. Forever is now. Forever is us.”
He glances at the moonlight, doubting that the piece it had taken from her soul really was a loss after all… 

Fil Doré

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Pure rounded gold.

A golden ring…

“What is this?”

“It’s a gift”

“Gift from who?”

“Me”

“You?”

“Yes, You.”

“Okay I’m confused.”

“How come? This isn’t obvious?”

“Actually not at all.”

“Good.”

“What do you mean good?!”

“I’m glad it’s not obvious.”

“Why? Would you tell me what this is about? Don’t test my patience.”

“Fine. This is about me.”

“You?”

“Yes, You.”

“You are willing to drive me crazy 24 7 for the rest of your life aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, because I am you and you are me…”

“You are one strange man…”

“So?”

“Yes.”

He smiles genuinely, grabs the ring, and throws it out the window right into the vast sea…

She stares at him, appalled.

“Did you just throw the ring?”

“I did.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give it to me?”

“Who says?”

“Umm I don’t know, normality maybe?”

He laughs… She blushes…

“I just confided to the seas the dear secret that you are my soul-mate forever, and that not even a ring this costly matters to prove it… I will keep throwing them away to the whole universe as long as I’m alive, in this life or in another… Maybe one day the sea would become golden… Centuries and centuries later, having bought you one in each life, the seas would be full of our irrational, complete love…”

“You’re a freak.” She couldn’t help her grin…

“I…”

“I love you too.”

“Would you kiss me now?”

“No… I want to hold you first, just to make sure this isn’t a dream…”

“Actually, it is.”

The End