
waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping

waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping

One can not go on the (long) journey that is life without, on occasion, going through turbulent times. Everyone reacts in their own way. For some, it’s about sharing their emotions with whoever wants to hear them, or whoever understands them, for others it’s about seizing the opportunity to transform one’s environment or career, for others, it is time to fall back on oneself. I have noted that as far as I’m concerned, in those times, I have only one desire: to return to myself (rightly or wrongly).


I will travel, standing
in the silence, pink,
of the horizon that dares
soft layouts.
Empty, empty, hands
and the pockets, penniless,
and the fear of villains
in the evening behind the locks
