Petrichor, in the air.

The taste of rain  – Why kneel?   Birds singing in the dark – Rainy dawn.   (Jack Kerouac)   Blessures de vie(s) et cette Tendre (post) Vendetta que peut parfois être un moment de vie, ce moment, où l’on devine que les blessures expérimentées sont des histoires de blessés de part et d’autre qui danseront peut-êtreContinue reading “Petrichor, in the air.”

Beinlove, nothing less.

Just a tear away from death. Reading a newspaper Stories of the untold Unnamed unloved With a candle blowed Unable to sleep Burning a bed of poverty Ready to die is it Too old anyway. Keep laughing and dancing To live it through Or you’ll fall in love again. Selling candles – Human rights stuffContinue reading “Beinlove, nothing less.”