My Foxes
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere, it hides a well.
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January Fragments – Fleeting Thoughts
Every morning, I wake up and jot down a few thoughts in my journal. Sometimes trivial, sometimes profound, they stem from a moment lived or the memory of a past experience. Then, on a sticky note, I distill the essence of my reflection into a few phrases: “fragments”.
I had already shared those from November and December. Here are my January fragments. May they find you in the best of spirits. May this year bring you the best of the best and a glimmer of light even in the shadows.January’s Fragments:
📌 1. Every year carries within it the old soul that judges and the child that dreams. A nostalgia and a hope. A fatalistic lucidity and a fantastic madness.
📌 2. Dear God, may this year be soft and light. This is the prayer of those who refuse to grow up. Dear God, may I adapt to this life—sometimes harsh, sometimes sad, often indifferent. May I find joy, even in adversity.
📌 3. Man carries an eternal ambivalence.
📌 4. I believe in good faith, in willpower, and in progress.
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The Agony of Memories: A Poetic Reflection
“The dead do not speak,” they tell me,
But it’s the living who murmur the words left hanging,
The living, these cemeteries without tombstones.
Since you left, you’ve taken up residence in my young graveyard.
You, who were the cement, so loving, so alive.
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The tombs next to my house
She had curves, those that gnaw from the inside, those that accuse and apologize with a simple look. She tried everything to look like the girl next door! Nothing helped, she failed very often. Her tomb is not far away, it is her mirror, she kills herself with the plate and buries herself with regrets.
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One day we will be great.
One day we will be big enough, big enough to realize that we were wrong to be afraid of adults. One day we will be big, big enough to realize that life always finds its way. One day we will be big, big enough to realize that we have done the best we can. One…
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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!
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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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To the children of the world and the adults of tomorrow,
Your arrival is only immense happiness because you answer the call of life but also the many prayers and desires! You are the fruit of the love of two beings, sometimes the fruit of a chance of two passions!You arouse the desire for protection and sometimes possession!You make the joy of your family and sometimes…
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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…
