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23/10/2025

' I'AM FREE"

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15/10/2025

"Sarah"
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It is above as it is below, a song.
From her thousand manes, a sacrament.
From her seven shadows, a tribute.
When the scent of discord terrifies,
Scattered leaves of her thoughts lost in reverie,
The eyelids of the mysterious Sarah sow fruit,
To drunken and wandering souls, without shore.

Oh, ancient Cedar,
Have you not, a sapling, defied the nourishing darkness of the earth?
With your conquering roots, weighed the deafening footsteps of mad armies?
Illuminated with soft radiance the beauty of the Orient carrying her words in armor?
With the claws of your bark, stolen a few extracts of her hair?
From an overly adventurous branch, poured out a curiosity about her appearance? And from your troubled scents, revived the beloved?

Sarah perishes, in her shadow, of captivating odes,
Entwined by loving reflections, like a painting being born,
In a silence of straw, which only a wild fire could split.
Oh, ancient cedar,
It is in astonishment that Sarah recognizes you as father,
Leaning against your flesh, may she tame the thunder,
And toward her, may my heart reach out.

17/08/2025

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05/06/2025

12/02/2025

12/02/2025

Dernière créa !