Maria Helena IGELSKA

  • ERRANCES LITTERAIRES
  • : "Je tire du lac bleu, des cieux, des arbres verts, la vie intérieure et j'en remplis mes vers. La chose dans les mots revit, plus belle encore. L'étoile se fait verbe et la fleur métaphore." VICTOR HUGO Tas de pierres

Ame sybilline...

  • Mystery makes my beauty...

Vos mots... à fleurs d'âmes

Could I ever reach it ?

It is something so fantastic

And it is so attractive, as well.

Without it we are so cold

We fell so lost…

It gives us the very desire

To go ahead and ahead

And even when everything is drab

It is there… over there

It is close to us but

As the same time so far !

When we think we’ve got it

It disappears with a mocking air

It plays with our heart

It plays with our life

It goes its own bittersweet way

Then with gusto it warms our soul

We, all of us, have one

And it keeps us staying alive

We’ll never really touch it

It moves like the ocean

It comes and goes.

Well, I know that at times

We are about to lose it,

That it also makes us so angry !

But we have to trust It

It only appreciates wisdom

With It we have to be really patient

And always believe in it, whatever goes on… 

Anyway…

It seems so far from me… 

Could I ever reach it ?  

Why does it seem so hard to me ?

Maybe in an other Life…

 

 

 

 

 

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