Writing is living for me, as Anaïs Nin explains it in this 2:OO’ video, with her striking words.
My poetry collections available in English and French as of today are as below:
- First Poetry Collection : « Of Light and Flesh ».
- Second Poetry Collection: « On the Nature of Daylight ».
- Third Poetry Collection: « Daughter of the Wind ».
They will soon be available for download.
You can also follow it on my Facebook Page.
My upcoming books are:
- « Love Medicine», and the associated film-documentary for another approach of Life and the Living.
- « Burn & Illuminate », spiritual aphorisms and autobiographical stories.
The talented Gaelle Marais, Sur les chemins de Gaya, honored with her harmony and sweetness one of my poems called « Once a journey », in the video below:
Of Light & Flesh
Of Light & Flesh is my first poetry collection, containing more than hundred pages of poems written between my 8 and 30 years.
On the Nature of Daylight
My 2nd Poetry Collection,
Mainly written as I was in India between 2016 and 2018.
My shadow and your light are old friends.
I would like to hold your hands
-because of an injury,
because of an eternity.
Tell me about tomorrow
In the tenderness of your madness
Your so familiar madness
Because my lonely pain
Is for the touch of your hand
Night has fallen
Come talk to me slowly
As we do to little children
And come fall asleep gently
Fall asleep against my spine
Our bodies knotted like the vine
Tomorrow is another sigh
Maybe another truth
Night has fallen. »
Daughter of the Wind
My 3rd Poetry Collection, currently under writing.
I was young
I said to myself: I have life in front of me. As I got older, I said to myself: I have life behind me. Sick, I said to myself: I do not care; as long as I have life with me. Since then, life is always with me. Neither in front, nor behind, nor before, nor after. I stopped offering it on the altar of Time. I brought life back to life.
Live and walk
as if you were more vast than yourself. Hands and breath stretched to the Sun.
that my wave is for your shore. And that my land is for your foot. My wound, for your kiss.
is in its bud, my winter sleeps in its snowflake, my earth hopes in its thrill- Am I a leaf that trembles in the wind? A soul that walks sighing? Where could we go to be a little less sad, to see life going by under our attentive hearts? And watch the world from window to window, and leave it maybe - breathe gently.