FOR POETRY

Rain, at first glance, makes me think of sadness. It's true that when it rains, you don't necessarily want to go out and get soaked. Yet rain can be beautiful to watch; seeing the waves crashing during storms by the sea is impressive. Rain brings to mind the song from the animated film Bambi, "The Rain Song." It's rain that allows crops to grow, plants to thrive. There are countries that lack water; rain is water, and they need it to live, so it's essential. With global warming, the problem is that rain arrives in excessive quantities all at once (floods) or, conversely, not enough. Rain is life! But how can we cope with these disruptions and have enough rain, regularly, to be able to live properly on our planet? I look up. Outside, it's gray; it's the end of autumn. Through the window, I see a tree still proudly displaying its last golden leaves. It seems to be fighting against this gloomy weather. Look, a large cloud, drifting on the wind, my mind wa...

Let a dream blossom  deep within your heart,   like a flower of a garden,   spreading its fragrance   into your sweet smile.   On the balcony of hope,  your words rustle softly,   mingling with inner whisper   to hold the burning fire   of your aspirations.   Your heart  armed with courage,   sings a new song  with melodious notes,  tracing  the path where  you can set out to find   the dream you ardently desire.   A romantic movie  has been  born  at the heart  of your own story .

 It’s whispering I don’t feel like it, while your feet keep walking. It’s laughing when your soul forgot what laughter sounded like. It’s answering the phone because love is calling, not because pain is leaving. Trust me, it’s hard to build through the life. Some days the only thing holding us together is our quiet love, just help me make it  through today and everyday. And somehow, if you see me smiling, understand something, I’m not pretending, I’m building breath by breath .

You came so slow and walked in quiet,   like you’d been living  between my breath and my heart. You are the softness after the storm,   the name I always call when the room gets too still.   You see the parts of me  that I hide from the mirrors,   and you don’t look away. If pain was my shadow,  you are the light that stayed, and in staying you became   the one after my heart,   the reason it remembers  how to beat without fear.

Perhaps my love isn't so real!  Perhaps it's a strange love,  or perhaps I don't long to be near your body, but near  your dreams, to open a path for them; yet, in my poems, I hasten to declare my love to you  every day, without forgetting your tears. Is it worth it  to speak to you of this love? Especially the one that reached me in autumn and in the moments of my life. How I long to love you! To taste your love,  to celebrate your beauty in the clarity of rainy days. Here, I hasten to acknowledge  all that is put forward; it is absolutely necessary! Even if  you don't understand me; if you could dream of us together, of nights lost in our dreams; wouldn't I have seen your eyes? Perhaps, my love, it isn't so nostalgic, but rather a serene love, relatively new.

  I saw you that afternoon  in the dead of winter,  the cold lashed my face,  my loneliness stretched to infinity. Suddenly you appeared, out of a fairy tale, curious moon gazed at you, your voice's sharpening mysenses. You appeared and I could not believe it, my imagination soared, you are my moonlit dreams, my magicans and my truth. You are my great unexpected love, what I've always dreamed of, my autumn breeze and my sweet soulmate. Day by day you win me over, your love warms my soul, I fill my gentle happiness with your kisses.