Tomorrow

Tomorrow, you will be on that plane… once again you will leave… once again you will comeback … Days ago, I wrote some lines about “leaving”… I don’t know why… I have this need to know more about your feelings… when you leave here and go there… Is it the same as before? where do…

When You Leave…

And just before you leave, you throw your golden colors on the handrail, and a tender pink on the mountains… you light up every one’s eyes…everything is different for a while … everything seems to move on that song*… And you go… leaving some small boats resting on the shore, and a way leading to…

Fish Memory

And when I miss you, I just think of this beauty… lost under water… In a strange world… where I am not allowed to go deeper anymore… and I remember that moment when I first opened my eyes and saw your colors… what a surprise, what a magic… What a blessing to have a memory…

Perfect Rhyme

via Daily Prompt: Rhyme Some words rhyme with music, colors, scents, people… This song does it all to me… from the first sound till the end, each word rhymes with every cell in me… It takes me to a specific moment where I was like flying above everything… Like the breeze that touches a dear…

Superheroes

This morning I was playing with a lovely “young boy” as he wants me to call him… he refuses to be treated as a baby boy of 3 years old… he is obsessed with superheroes and collects every single accessory related to this heroic world… he wants to be a superhero… he doesn’t know the…

Street art work at the shore

I will leave you(*) there, on that wall, near the shore, watching the planes leaving and coming back and leaving again… You will feel the breeze caressing your cheeks and watch the kids playing around you in those small alleys… I will leave with you a part of my heart, holding a child smile, a…

Xenophilia

Last day, I read about “Xenophilia” by coincidence… it was like an “eureka” feeling… an answer for many questions I had in mind… What a pleasure to know the “Other”… his culture, music and songs, literature and language, verbal rhythm and poetry, sorrows, humor and food, history and collective challenges… I remember that day, at…

Lucky

This is a hesitating post. They are Lucky those who can, in the middle of a stolen kiss, open their eyes, step backwards and run away. They just leave, with the nonchalance of a child. They keep no letters, no songs and no perfume bottles. They destroy all proofs of the murder they just committed….

Passion and Friends

Tonight I have a thought for some special persons, my musical mates 🙂 (some of them) (AF) And there is that video message that day at 5 AM … That sea with the fishermen and the sunrise from behind the mountains and that call for the prayer… It was a call for life after all this…

Based on a True Story

I am currently recovering from a delicate surgery… which makes me live on my own rhythm: no work, no car, I am stuck at home the whole day … I am always online and I feel like being the old grandma watching her grandchildren going out and coming back while sitting in her couch… It…

Flowers…

When there is no option to give up, you add a little green on the hurting (*) and bloody red so that the wound enters the light. The wound is the place where the light enters you. Rumi (**)   (*)  (M) Playlist (**) Seen on (H) Facebook wall

Happiness

And like a sudden, turbulent and musical moment of happiness, you are just here…. … Then you disappear…