Writing poetry is like painting feelings freely upon a white canvass longing for your array of colours to caress and mould its bare surface with your own form. Translating poetry is like sweating with skills upon the shapes of a … Continue reading →

When our stories become ?tales? and when we give our feelings the appropriate ?magic?, then we can make ?fairy-tales? of our lives Once upon a spring There was a young boy who met a girl On a prairie, just below … Continue reading →

“I am the mountain springs that run in energetic flows towards destiny’s aim, I follow the stars of hope and give them my mirror to reflect their glow, I fight against hard rocks and gather precious shells with pearls, I … Continue reading →

“I look at you with deep desire and wonder what you are made of: scent or fire? If you are scent, my soul is a flower, if you are fire, my soul will burn for being poked, if you are … Continue reading →

“You’re undefined, a life companion of my heart: without colour or shape, you’re the translucent air following my passion’s flows, trying to change my course, yet hoping to gain my form. You feed me with your energy and spoil yourself … Continue reading →

“The universe has placed you right beside me from the start of time: you magnetize my pole, shaping my rivers with your earthen casts, you are the garden of my falls, the earth prince claiming my springs upon his lands … Continue reading →