Quand comprendras-tu ? Que tout n’est que mirage Des allées boisées et immenses paysages Du teint hâlé et senteurs sauvages Quand...

Sucking the juice of the river In the heat of summer days Stuck out of wind While the bees wake up. In the singing morning Naked while...

Poetry writing

I felt rain streaming from me On an early morning when lights of heaven started fading Soft, rays of sun over the bedsheets and the white...