Corona Day 1: Brel, L’envie

« Mon rêve ? On raconte ce qu’on ratte, On raconte ce qu’on n’arrive pas à faire, Le talent, ça n’existe pas, Le talent c’est d’avoir l’envie de faire quelque chose Réussir quoi ? Mon rêve ? Il faut travailler… De la discipline… De la sueur… Mon rêve ? Je croix que j’aime trop l’amour.. » Jacques Brel

Revolution

Hold your anger, your deceptions, Hold them right, Your love, the smile that makes the sun worth rising, Hold them right, Your songs and poems, Faces you love, smiling lips and bright eyes, Hold them right, Your dreams and colors, Hold them right, Your happy moments, your failures and successes, Hold them right, For them…

Encounter. Das Ziad.

“I feel like writing… I had a good encounter today. I like encounters. They remind me I am alive. Encounters make everything possible. Open to life. Open to experiences. Open to good. Encounters are unique. Each one opens a different door. Different possibilities. Sometimes we just run. And keep running. Or we walk in every…

Troubles

And there is a moment when you know it is just Troubles… You can see them coming… The heartache, the big ball of sadness deep in the stomach… The infinite longing… The insatiable thirst… You can see them coming… The wound that starts to open… All the words that you cannot say, that you cannot…

Trip without a plane

And some trips don’t need a plane… Best of them don’t… Trips in within… I hope you have this one… one day A never ending trip… A trip without destination, You will find your flaws, weaknesses, desires, fantasies… You will find a deep tender sea, an olive tree and a small matchbox black car… You…

Dimensions

The horizon, near and distant… The sky, open and Blue… 360 degrees available for you… You may need some shoes to wander here and there… You will definitely need some papers to write… Sometimes just take off your shoes and feel the sand… Sometimes release your thoughts and let them fly… Dimensions are feelings we…

Some Decembers…

Some Decembers come with red wrapped gifts, with decorated trees and lights, some wishes and some riddles… Other come with full stops, deleted play lists… with closed doors and wide open windows… And some with a nice song, a glass of wine and a good, long and unexpected conversation with an beautiful unknown…That deep conversation…

Love

Love When there is story telling When usual things become Magic and get another dimension… When a cup of coffee become a song… When a simple Hello become a letter… When a scene become a state of inspiration… That’s it… Inspiration… There is no love when things give you only what they are intended to…

Zar

Your eyes… And that drawn look… You fingers on that drum… Bare foot, A tender wet smile, And a rhythm… Fast, strong… Fast, hurting… Fast and breathtaking… That rhythm… Deep enough to take off all the pain from within… One by one, sorrow by sorrow, wound by wound…. Loud enough to shake it all break…

Illusion

My illusion… My moon… I can see you despite distance, time and silence… In all songs, in all dances, in all words… I see your light… My illusion, you might be the most bright truth in my horizon…  

The Power of Endings

And there is a deep pleasure in some endings… When you are ready to put a full stop… When things do not drain you anymore… what a relief! That power to say No, or Yes… What would it be like if things do not end? The power of endings… Here’s to all new songs, people…

Deep Conversation

Here’s to what few words may do…   To that shy perplexed whisper you threw, To that word, and to that word too, To that silent breath between me and you, To that little smile on your lip, to that hand, to that glass, to that sip…   Here’s to that simple, wandering question, To…