my force : my enthousiasm, my imagination, my passion!
my curiosity, my honesty, my respect!

minus : my fear of judgement, my fear of reject, my face
a clear lack of self confidence.

"We can do without truth and authenticity if we want to live lasting but unsatisfying relationships or satisfying but ephemeral relationships, but I don't think we can build a lasting and satisfying relationship without taking care of these two values ​​or two needs: truth and authenticity. "

little garden

A square wall of housings lining up that remote street, long, away, calm, lost, not tall, one storey high, on the shade of that one on the left a little garden with no fence, frail flowers delimit the small patch of lawn, a round little table in the center stood up, not wonderful, not pretty, but there, unique, solitary on the side of that long straight road, i knock on the window pane and swiftly the shadow of a face appears behind the glass, "me and my friend we've got tea and biscuits, will you let us enjoy the sight from your little garden, will you tell us your stories while we will tell you ours, share a snack and the weather with us on your little garden"

born with no grace

I could grab a knife or a razor and cut down my arm starting on the shoulder
I would go over and over, nervously, slowly, along the same line
letting my head spin, like a washing machine, and blend away the thoughts
in a swirl of poisoned blood, let it stain, persuasive
I'll accentuate the pain on purpose, till i'm numb, and vanish in unconsciousness
as if i could cleave by bits and scales, destroy the discomfort
by that punishment i deserve for letting myself hope with abandon
So gracefully
I will so gracefully cut off my weaknesses

That's a long run at dusk around that lake, "do you fear sweat?" i would question with a crafty smile, "then jump in my arms, tie your legs around my waist and nestle your head in the recess of my neck, i'm bringing you back home, tell me if it's too much unconfortable", the two sticky bodies in the wet t-shirts mixing sweat, glued together, so tight, and i'm purring at that incongruous and foolhardy image.

The wind is whipping my face and my mouth is already full of sand, i see from that ten meters high plateau the reckless waves below, in a dark blue, raging like a storm under a sky so perfectly clear, and that stupid dog jumping at me, unable to climb straight the steep crumbly cliff, i smile when he tumbles and stick his nose in the wet sand, leaving behind the goofy print of his pitiful attempt, even his master is laughing "oh clumsy dog!" a gust of wind brings her words to me.
I admired, before standing on the edge, the long row of dead pine trees still rooted proud up that height, revealing the hoary rotten surface where the bark had fell, along the trunks only stumps, all the branches broke down for the kids and pets to play with, throw, catch, good boy! *ironic*
I watch far across the ocean, it's my time to jump, i've always been a burning head, here's my surge, my leap of faith, come with me.

the flaws of films

Films depict characters moving, evolving through negative feelings, events are occuring through pain and conflicts, it's often the same in real life, and that's too bad because the same evolution could be reached with positive feelings, respect, and self knowledge and confidence.
Giving up to fear is so easy and humans for sure are weak.