A strange wind is blowing on humanity.A wind that’s coming from afar.Determined, this wind is comingHowling for a reason.I could hear its omen in the
Étiquette : suffering
Suffering Arena
The one who has ears will know for sure that every time I give myself over to gossips,every time I slander,I lock the other in
Rolling Down Spiritual Hill
Matthew, once again had reached this stopping point.He had let his heart melt under the fire of divine love.Silent interview in which he had bathed
Infernal Parasite
There was this invigorating contrast, which he felt as soon as the context of his life allowed a geographical distance to grow…And the suffocation on
Sharp Links Along The Chain Of Suffering
Cutting-edge words, offensive gestures,Send you back in this inner lockdown, in spite of you,Back to the root of suffering, tightly oppressed by the narrowness of
Confession
I confess the faith I placed in the self-importance,I confess the faith in self-sufficiency. Way of drying upAcross barren fieldsAnd furrow of loneliness and suffering.This
Gasping Point (1/2)
All these meanders and sleights of handAre a dead-end.They push me deeper into the dark.Their roads all finally narrowAnd swear to smother meIf I follow
Brutalizing In The Background
For all my writing : kilometers spread out in paper mattressesFor all my reaching : unattainable places,For all my preaching to nearby villages,About the time
Reported Compassion
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
A Hand, A Slap
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Faith in Human Beings
If I do not choose to have faith in the human being, life is only an acid apprehension.It is unlivable. By rotating the angle I
A Wide Wide Heart (4/4)
Not expecting anything,Insight may arise. She realized thatIf she had been standing there,Ready to jump in feet first,It was not her heart which had been
Answering Tears
I don’t know how to answer your flowing tearsWithout notice, they’re drowning me.All I can do is grab those old planks of shouts floating nearbySo
Notes & Silence 