I hear you talking
Nobody gets along
Everyone’s truth
Each one’s will
I hear you praying
Resigned whispering
I hear you scream
That yours is bigger

I hear you tell me
That you are right
You talk about martyrs
Saints and demons
Children to circumcise
First communions
To kill to convert
And all this in his name

And I hear your priests
Your imams your rabbis
Your exalted preachers
Your bishops, your witnesses
Attempt to enlist
Play the politicians
Full of prosperity speaches
Singing the tomorrows

It is not in these terms
May my heart wonder
All these nonsenses
Are only effects of togas
Steering business
Or fear of the clock

God came closer to our hearts of flesh
By having one himself
I know where he lives
He came closer
Than he never was before
He is the inventor of “I love you”
Caught deep in our throats



One last chance

Little, you take him as a king,
He is your knight, your flying hero.
But when you grow up you leave behind,
These unfortunate childish beliefs.

Yet he remains
He changed your diaper, changed your bath,
So stop doing your plague,
Faced with the one who held your hand.

He would give you his heart,
He would give you his life.
Know that him also is crying,
When nothing smiles back to him.

So give him one last chance.
Offer him an ultimate belief.
Know that deep down he always wished,
A simple “I love you daddy”.

Go, tell him. Before it is too late.
Believe me,
you don’t want this regret.



I write

On the paper, my pen.
I’m looking for ideas.
What has happened in my life,
That is pretty exciting for a poem?

Friends inspire me one by one,
I write to celebrate a relationship,
Dedicating them a poem each,
Without ever speaking of treason.

Poeme, Réflexions, Vie

Fierce soul

She has been broken for a long time,
Always left on the sidelines.
An empty shell without feeling,
A woman with a fierce soul.
The years passed, identical.
Imprisoned in her fear,
Seeing an evil future,
To be profiled in her misfortune.

Yet nothing was missing,
Only true love.
Not being a vulgar toy,
Against questionable feelings.

But from her shell she saw it,
While she had no hope.
Kindnesses and outstretched hands
He saved her from those dark hours.

She has been broken for a long time,
But he helps her to rebuild herself.
Her shell gradually disappearing,
To him who does not want to destroy her.

Non classé

Open my eyes

Even if you have suffered a lot in your life:
it was only the passage to your learning.
Even though you cried a lot,
it allowed your soul to cleanse itself, to empty its pain.

Even if you have come to hate people:
it was just to forgive them better today.
All the misfortunes that we must undergo
are used to make us grow.

They allow us
to come out stronger from these hard
and distressing ordeals.

Life hurts us so much that we would like
to see ourselves die.
But in fact, all these passages
are there to push us to move forward.

My life suddenly takes a new turn,
for me it is a great deliverance.

I can only thank God,
because despite what I suffered,
all this suffering,
I’m stronger now and I understand a lot more things now.

The most important thing
is to continue and believe
that everything can still “Start again”.

Only the one who has gone through life
with eyes wide open knows
the pain of reality.

Respect for one who gets up after a fall,
not for one who has never fallen.
If I had to start my life again
I would not change anything
But I would open my eyes a little bigger!


Bursts of laughter

A moment of freedom,
peace, serenity of the soul.
Have faith in love, shout loudly,
again and again.

Desire the best
and fight for your values.

Bursts of laughter,
flee arguments that make you sick
and explode your life.

Words of sweetness,
moments of happiness,
exchanged looks.

A zest of complicity, stars in the eyes,
dreams full of heart.

The pleasure,
the magic of love,
the joy of being a child of God.