The windThe windThe wind,This invisible force,As peaceful and appreciated as a gentle flow,As strong and destructive as a hurricane.I'm just standing there enjoying the nice weather and wind,I think that this should be done more often,As very relaxing indeed.Can't you see I'm happy?Can't you just stop harming?Harming this beautiful nature who gave birth to wind?The wind,Useless,Yet absolutely necessary.I love you wind,And this is for you,Take those words and make them fly away.
Through the looking glassThrough the looking glassI see myself,And I see someone else,Both are me,But who should I really be?On one side,I'm pretty, naive and my dress is made of soothing colors,On the other side,I'm pretty, deadly, and my dress reflects a dark gloom,The choice,Breaks my heart as well as the glass,But does it reflect what I really want?The glass is all broken now,And I feel the grip of gloom taking me,Neither of my attributes will help me,I need to fall or resist,I'm leaving myself to fall,But falling into what I don't know,Maybe into happiness,I'm so naive,I'll wait until I hit the ground,Then I'll know,Will it hurt?Only god knows,Through the looking glass I've looked,And I don't see anything good,Maybe it's all in my mind,I'm so naive...
First rainFirst rain:I want to forget,Everything is just too sad,Thank god you're here my cat,I'm hugging you,I love you,I'm protecting you,In the dark of my mind,A noise still resonate,I don't want to hear it,Even the sound of hope,Cannot bring me back,I'm lost in this hostile world,I don't even feel my body anymore,It's all numbed by the rain,I don't want any of the pain,My tears are mixing with the rain,To create a sea of pain,They're both draining it away,That's the purpose of the first rain.
Little miraclesLittle miraclesThey happen every day,In every part of the world,Thought you don't need,To be a saint to make it happen.Just watching someone,And getting the same,Interconnectedness,Is just wonderful.It makes you have wings,It makes you forget everyone else,But this special person,You're looking at her,She's looking at you,There's a connexion between you,And when you make it in a funny way,That's a little miracle!
MelodyThis melody that echoes in my ears,You're my tale of wonders.The melody of life, the one you hear every day.You make it, it's pure, it's soft, it affects you.The notes fly high in the sky and landed in an unknown ear, that doesn't recognize it.Because the melody of each person is unique, like yours or mine, that of your neighbor, your parents or your friends.It consists of pianissimo, as of fortissimo.It goes up, it goes down like the waves of the ocean.It started at your birth.Your melody yet has something more than the others.It's sad, it's as if the notes played backwards.All notes appear to be similar, but they all have their own stories.We'll travel there together:The do:You do not like this note, because it reminds you a place in your body, which does not transmit the entire note.It's lost, it goes astray, it's desperate ...Will it find its purpose?What did you want to do with this note?Move your finger to show someone the way?Move your arms, to kiss someone yo