My poems

There are so many times when, emerging inside myself I forget about the world...

for I get to discover it inside me, more true than ever...

There are so many poems I have lost - given to people,

erased and burned or transformed...

stolen at times by hearts that weren\'t supposed to be mine, that weren\'t supposed to care...

sometimes I pity my lost energy, I pity me for not giving the light I tried to put down...

to make a page brighter...

to make a soul lighter...

There are seconds of staying alive and being hungry or thirsty,

things I had to say to get a peace with the world or myself....

but I can\'t cry...

it is - egoistically - damn painful to blame myself...

and giving my love away may not be as wise as it should,

but it is in fact a warm gesture that could heal some hot blood

and ease down a ray of wind\'s turbulences...

so I don\'t care, or I care differently, brightly trusting the scene of life...

one or two lost poems, a lifetime to recover ahead...

one thousand beautiful words,

one hundred caresses - the sun, the wind, my trembling hand...

the nature in itself - the greatest poem