FOR POETRY

 He finds soon himself totally depending on her, showering her with clothes and gifts. Embarrassed by this situation, he does nothing to change it. Love wins when she reveals to him on the new year's evening that she loves him. He attended a party made by a friend and discussed with an ambitious woman, who has shown interest in one of his projects. But when he called her to announce his departure on a trip, he learnt that she has also organized a small party. He rushed back to reassure her, and ultimately stayed at the party. Their relationship thus settles down while his work progresses. His friend is interested in her car, an antique one, for a reconstruction. A detail that everyone has ignored. By this occasion, he meets his old girlfriend again. He then agrees to collaborate with her on a project. A romance blossoms between them. When she finds out, she calls his girlfriend to reveal the secrets of her life with him. The latter discovered it , he grabs the phone and calls his g...

She realizes the enormity of her blunder, but he remains undeterred, and the little troupe finally goes to the ball, where they impress everyone with their distinction and grace. Back home, he congratulates himself  to the success of his project, with great kindness, neglecting to congratulate his main actress: the young woman. Deeply hurt, she takes refuge to the neighbors, abandons her ideas for those of the middle class, and decides to leave him. The following day, he tries to convince her to come back, but torn between her feelings for him and the prospect of possible independence, she refuses as she has refused so many things before.  He realized, as he returned home lonely, that he has finally gotten used to her. While he listens again to a record on which he had recorded her voice, she entered his office and asked for her slippers.

I love poetry because it immerses deeply in my soul. When I listen to it or read  poems, I am completely transported to another world where everything  is beautiful. If all of  our life were a poem, said by a veteran poet to his captivating beloved.  If it were as simple as poetry, as profound as poetry and as moving as poetry. Poetry says what words can not and conveys what words fail to. I love it because it is my favorite way to travel through time and space, taken  far away in poems. I can not imagine life without poetry! It would inevitably be bleak and deadly and every day would resemble to the day before. It is not just an art like any other art, nor a hobby or a talent. It is a cause, a cause as important as the importance of life and the inevitability of death. After all the destructive wars and all the extinct civilizations, we find poetry resilient to face everything. Time can not remove it, nor can disasters change it. It passed on from a generation ...

Simplistic people labeled them as deviants, but the reality is quite different. It's sometimes a departure to know oneself and at the same time to get away from everything and everyone in order to truly live and come back much more mature than before, simply because one will have had time to think better.

To assert that a love story is a missed encounter with someone, doesn't the story first have to have begun, and therefore the encounter has not been completely missed? In this case, it is not really the encounter that is missed, nor the encounter with this person, but what follows: we have not been able to make something of it. True encounters are continued encounters. The first encounter is therefore less important than the talent and ingenuity that we will be able to deploy to turn it into a story. It is only then, when at the heart of this story, we are found wanting, when we fail to understand the other or to keep our promises, that we can, I believe, speak of a missed encounter. There is no such thing as a chance, there are only encounters. It carries a dangerous implication: certain human beings are meant to meet, we would just have to leave it to fate. A missed encounter would then be a missed one with one's destiny. This is to minimize the importance of the story itself...