Even the perfect nature..

Inaudible sounds of nature!
Incredible richness of solitude!
Unfathomable destiny of man!
Death, a tragic experience of being!
Love, the essence of all things!
Happiness, the ideal of existence!
Failure, the school whose master is none other than oneself!
Friendship, the other me!
Dissatisfaction, man's own!
Admiration, the ideal of love!
Jealousy, the disease of love!
Passion, the illusion of love!
Possession, disguise of a sick love!


To you, I say thank you.

To the people who welcomed me when I needed an"I understand." To the people who encouraged me when I needed a"you can do it." To the people who passed on faith, patience and confidence to me by reminding me that"everything passes." To the people who saw me reborn and welcomed me To the people who …

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Poetry: Growing Up

  And then we grow up, we gradually take our life in hand, a very complex life where joys and tragedies, love and hatred, the cradle and the grave are intertwined.We cling to things and beings, life takes them off without common agreement, nor common measure!We foresee a bright future, life preserves us the farewells …

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Poetry: Feeling.

  Sometimes I feel lonely but I don't tell you, for fear that you will reduce me to this temporary reality!I sometimes feel sad, but I do not tell you, for fear that you will inflict on me lessons of morality, those that prescribe that sadness is an emotion to banish and not to live!I …

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Don’t love me so fast, don’t love me so late.

  Don't love me so fast, you might be disappointed and make me feel bad afterwards,Don't love me so late, I might be suspicious and misunderstand you afterwards,Don't love me so exclusively, you could hurt me by trying to possess me.Don't love me so desperately, you might make me run away afterwards,Don't love me so …

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Poetry: My mother told me.

Mom told me that no she will not pray for me, because she already prays for me, today, right away, in this life and beyond, because mom has chosen to be mom forever, to love, to think, to bandage, to spend for her child! Mom prays for me, it's the most beautiful gift you can receive from a mother! Mom prays for me because she's my mom! She chose it, chose me and always will!

Sweet Freedom: What’s your price?

Serve one's dignity? No, never! Dear freedom, I would have liked you to give me the note before I undertook this journey! As a child, I had a free mind even in confinement from certain rules, even in the drama of my story. As a teenager, I quickly found that the free and creative mind must shrink or even be silent to listen to the rules of survival! Adult and aware of this renunciation, I experienced it very badly, My heart, this real machine of alternative proposals found me a parade, Tired of running and talking in vain, he opted for obedience, Disunderstood, he decided to keep his convictions quiet Manhandled, he decided to clean up what was once his dreams! Having no more dreams, he sank into solitude! Aware of the lightness of life, he turned to poetry! The quest for freedom is full of ambiguity, bitterness, pitfalls and ambushes! The quest for this precious character is made of many things, small details and nuances! Wise are those who know how to refuse this mistreatment of loving beings and this malevolence of controlling beings! Sage is the one who goes to conquer, with an awareness of the difficulties that will be served to him! Freedom is precious! You have to look for it relentlessly and once found, you have to welcome it, pick it and make it spring all around! Ooooh dear freedom can you let me choose you? I promise to tell my evils so that they do not pursue me anymore, I promise to serve your cause out of conviction and not out of terror or fidelity of deeply fallible beings! Dear freedom, I would have liked you to give me the note, you preferred that goes to the checkout, once the trip is over so I understood that no matter the path I will take, no matter the choice, it will always be necessary to make a decision involving you or denying you. By choosing you, I will always belong! At this price we are gone! Nothing beats a free soul! Even in the winter of the event, she knows how to find the trees to make the fire, she knows how to hibernate to return to the spring of life!

Poetry: People

They leave hoping not to come back but they come back if only to show that they have succeeded!
People leave with a heavy heart and come back with one, more confused!
People come and go, it's the cycle of life!
Wise, are those who know how to leave without causing too much damage!
Happy, are those who come back well assailed!
Ignorant, are those who leave leaving no chance for a possible return to the fold!
Whether people are toxic or caring, they always come back!