Avec Mots et Images

Parfois, dans la nuit je me réveille et tu es ma première pensée : « Ne serions-nous pas les moitiés déchirées d’un même pays ? » Et, bie...

Sometimes, in the night
I wake up
and you are my first thought:
"Might we not be the torn halves
of a single country?"
And, of course, all alone
I cannot answer
this inquiry—
this gaping hole
each time
a little wider
that I try to fill
with words and images.

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Revêtez vos Armures

Revêtez des armures si vous le souhaitez moi, j’arrache mon écorce pour respirer la vérité des mots et la brillance des couleurs.

Put on your armor
if you so wish
as for me, I shed my bark
to breathe in
the truth of words
and the brilliance of colors.

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It’s not silence, and it’s not solitude… It’s everything we never managed to say… It’s every moment of happiness spent without you… And most of all, it’s that closeness, that deep sense of comfort and completeness I felt only when you were near—something I can neither explain nor find with anyone else…

I’ve overcome everything but this…

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