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

Still alive

Fogged out, worn out

But still alive

So exhausted

That she cannot yet realised

That he, she

All those are gone forever

The light is shining endlessly

Even now

She knows, but she’s sorry

Today she can’t see it

He was the one with whom

She shared so nice emotions

She was the one to whom

She could whisper everything

They were the one…

Yes, they were…

O mother, O father we had so mush to do together

She promised this and that

Why didn’t she do them before ?

O why O why ?...

Suddenly

These horrifying images cross her mind

No, it’s not a science-fiction film

She would prefer !

Paradise turned into a nightmare in a sudden

Her heart is plunged in darkness and pain

When could she see again

This light amidst the gloom ?

Luck comes and goes, you know

You win some, you lose some

Actually she ‘s really lost

She has to start from scratch

Is it really possible ?

Anyway, is there anything else to do ?

Does she have the choice ?

Never take things for granted

Life can be so cruel !

She is 8 years old…

He’s 3…

The age of laugh and innocence

How many are they ?

All these little girls, boys… my Brothers

God help them ! I beseech you…

Fogged out, worned out

But still alive…

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