My Eyes

[  Version française : Cliquez  ICI  ] ☆ Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Emil Nolde   My Eyes Whisper something to me. Wake me up slowly From the heart of a deep sleep. Call me Tenderly. The bed is a strange place Painting the vermeil ocean To the blue lips of the rivers…

What do you see, Mirror?

[  Version française : Cliquez  ICI  ] ☆ Illustration of the Text [ Artist ] Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio Narcisse « Falsehood has an infinity of combinations, but thruth has only one mode of being » Jean-Jacques Rousseau   ☆ [ Music ] Spiegel Im Spiegel – Arvo Pärt   « I am incapable of…

At The Beginning

[  Version française : Cliquez  ICI  ] ☆ Illustration of the Poem: source internet At The Beginning At the beginning There is something beautiful; And so much innocence In a sky that grows overcast. All is an illusion. Only Wonder In an Amour too strong; We reach out our hands towards the starry vault. To…

Next Awakening

[  Version française : Cliquez  ICI  ] ☆ Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Stefan Krauss Next Awakening At night, in my slumber when the mind becomes absent when the paths are no longer righteousness but deafening with the inhuman cries and gestures near the obscure animal’s hideout don’t let go of my hand.…

The Sweet Kisses of Arsenic

[  Version française : Cliquez  ICI  ] ☆ Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Lisa Krannichfeld The Sweet Kisses of Arsenic Suffocates the soul to the sweet kisses of arsenic. In the eternal night embrace our paths with tormented destinies when the perfume of the air intertwines with love. Let’s soak our lips in…

Earshot

☆ Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Brooke Shaden Earshot Hanging time when, by whispering, you talk to me passionately about little things you cherish it’s so soothing… All these scrumptious things in your mind featuring a myriad of many-hued fish so charmingly it’s like the rhythm of heart waves for a bathing in…

Memory’s Embers

☆ Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Jumy-M Memory’s Embers In the wee hours of the morning my little highlights are the ones that made me feel the gaze of life. Behind the dark forest aching there is a bright world that rises. My preferred moments are the ones that made me scratch the…