Events

: Bringing Multiculturalism in Schools: 1st Regional Prize for the Multilingual AG (in collaboration with the MCG newspaper), Brandenburg, Germany.

: Babylon 2023

: Babylon 2023 - The Event of Many Tongues and Cultures

: Babylon 2022

: December 2020 Event

: Studio session 2019

: Berlin Spoken Word, 2019 Berlin

: Symposium Berlin 2019

: Wicked Poetry Slam, Berlin 2019

: Storytelling Event, Berlin 2018

: Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.
Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.

: Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.
Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.

: Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.
Some of the pieces performed at the #WordUp and #Outspoken Events, in Amsterdam, @Doka Venue: �The letter�, �The Diary�, �Ms. Love and Mr. Politics�. Thank you to @Evelina and @Ennio for organizing two great events and to everyone who has been a part of it! It�s been an enriching, uplifting experience! <3 Soar Picture credits: @Colina #soar, #soaringwords, #souldiary, #outspoken, #wordup, #amsterdamperformances, #berlinedition, #spokenword, #poetry, #amsterdamevents, #berlinartists, #people, #love, #hope.

: Spoken Word Amsterdam 2019

: Performance in Dublin 2

: Performance in Dublin

: Performance in Paris

: Soul Diary Event, Roamnia, 2018

: Re-imagining intimacy Event, Berlin

: Vetomat Event, Berlin, 2017. It was colorful:-)
Vetomat Event, Berlin, 2017. It was colorful 🙂

: Stories, light, life.
(W&W event, Berlin).

: The ink was red that night.
(FeltLikeForever Event, Berlin)

: That time when music sang chess and poetry.
That time when music sang chess and poetry. (W&W Event, Berlin) #soar, #soaringwords, #poetry, #storytelling, #berlin, #chess, #hope, #feelings, #life.

: Painting of you, Soar � Poem performance 2017, Berlin.

: Words and silences. Poetry event
Words and silences. #soar, #soaringwords, #berlinspokenword, #poetry, #storytelling, #life, #humanvalues, #hope, #love.

: Explaining the importance of a moment within a poem...between a guitar and an "oh" .
Explaining the importance of a moment within a poem...between a guitar and an "oh" . Picture Credits: Jessica Gastaud

: Puzzle reading in a great atmosphere - At Berlin Spoken Word
Puzzle reading in a great atmosphere - At Berlin Spoken Word

: Telling stories of life, colours and people. Berlin, Spoken Word Event.

: Falkensee Poetry event
Performing poetry at the Poetry Slam in Falkensee. ?#?soar?, ?#?soaringwords?, ?#?poetryslam?, ?#?artisticevents?, ?#?poetry?, ?#?storytelling?, ?#?love?, ?#?hope?, ?#?falkensee

: The Event of Artistic Expressions, Munich, Nov. 15th, 2011

: International Bookfair, Frankfurt, Oct. 2011

: Book Presentation, May, 11th 2011, WBC, Stuttgart, Germany

: Book Presentation, May, 11th 2011, WBC, Stuttgart, Germany

: Book Presentation, May, 11th 2011, WBC, Stuttgart, Germany

: Book Presentation Event, April, 26th 2011, Bregenz, Austria

: Book Presentation Event, April, 26th 2011, Bregenz, Austria

: At the Poetic Groove, April 2016, Berlin.

: Charity 2022

: Charity 2021

: Charity 2020

: Charity 2019

: Charity 2018

: Charity 2017

: Charity 2016
There is no better purpose to a piece of writing than making someone smile or helping a child in need. Words matter! Thank you to everyone who helped me reach my goal through my poetry in helping children have a better life. Every share, encouragement or donated glass of wine was important to me and to them. We didnt manage to build a well like I wanted, but we did manage to buy some crisis packages for children in emergency situations. For that I am grateful to all of you. Thank you! Soar #soar, #soaringwords, #loveforunicef, #childsurvivalanddevelopmentprogram, #helpingchildrenthroughwords, #poetry, #storytelling, #thankyou.

: Charity 2015
Love for Unicef Event 2016

: Charity 2014

: Charity 2013
LOVE for Unicef Project, December 2013. An initiative by Soar.

: Charity 2012
Together with all of you, through the Mediabook of Love, we helped: - 5 children against the deadly Malaria disease - 620 children against the deadly Tetanus disease THANK YOU for the read! Soar (Mediabook "In the Palms of Space and Time", September 2012. Project "LOVE for Unicef", November 23rd to December 31st 2012. An initiative by www.soaring-words.com)

: "Square musing", "Distance" and "Hope" in the 19th summer edition of the Ginosko Literary Journal (CA, USA). Thank you to the editors!
"Square musing", "Distance" and "Hope" in the 19th summer edition of the Ginosko Literary Journal (CA, USA). Thank you to the editors!

: Berlin Unspoken covers on polychrome surfaces visuals, stories, poems, initiatives and related information for wordsmiths, aspiring writers/performers or simply readers. My story �Hope� is also featured in Vol. 2, as a preview of my upcoming book �Soul diary�. Enjoy!

: This is a very nice project by "Berlin Notebook", to which I was invited to participate as a writer. My handwriting marks the insecurities of too many poetical memos written on my mobile phone, yet I made sure that the most important message gets across: it is essential for the magic/art to perpetuate! Thank you Whisky& Words for this opportunity!
This is a very nice project by "Berlin Notebook", to which I was invited to participate as a writer. My handwriting marks the insecurities of too many poetical memos written on my mobile phone, yet I made sure that the most important message gets across: it is essential for the magic/art to perpetuate! Thank you Whisky& Words for this opportunity!

: A small contribution to the wall of peace in Berlin. - at The Peace Process Berlin, March 2017 #soar, #soaringwords, #thepeaceprocessberlin, #poetry, #storytelling.
A small contribution to the wall of peace in Berlin. - at The Peace Process Berlin, March 2017 #soar, #soaringwords, #thepeaceprocessberlin, #poetry, #storytelling.

: Publishing credits: Lancaster Magazine, Issue 13, "Sweet Dreams"

: My poem "On Mango and Chocolate" (November 2013) republished by Lastbench Magazine. Thank you for the consideration!
My poem "On Mango and Chocolate" (November 2013) republished by Lastbench Magazine. Thank you for the consideration!

: In the Palms of Space and Time, Editor's Recommendation, the Decanto Magazine, UK, 2013.
In the Palms of Space and Time, Editor's Recommendation, the Decanto Magazine, UK, 2013.

: Indigo and Life (Story) for the "Women Move the Soul" Magazine (USA)
Indigo and Life (Story) for the "Women Move the Soul" Magazine (USA). Thank you! http://womenmovethesoul.com/indigo-and-life-a-short-poetic-story-by-soar/

: Republished interview for the "Women Move the Soul" Magazine (USA)
Republished interview for the "Women Move the Soul" Magazine (USA). Thank you! http://womenmovethesoul.com/yours-poetically-soar/

: Interview for the "Indie Spirit Magazine" (USA)
Interview for the "Indie Spirit Magazine" (USA) With many thanks to the editor! Read full interview here: http://indiespiritmagazine.com/soaring-words-from-soar

: My Poetry's Journey in Germany, USA and United Kingdom, 2012-2013.
My Poetry's Journey in Germany, USA and United Kingdom, 2012-2013

: Poetry for Unicef (Article on the author and the project ?Love for Unicef?, "M?rkische Allgemeine", Culture Section, Jan. 15th, 2013)

: The Poem Smiles, in the Literature Section of the BD? Federal Association Magazine (July, 2011 Issue)
The Poem Smiles, in the Literature Section of the BD? Federal Association Magazine (July, 2011 Issue)

: The Heartfelt Fifth Dimension, interview for the M?rkische Allgemeine newspaper, November 2012.
The Heartfelt Fifth Dimension, interview for the M?rkische Allgemeine newspaper, November 2012.

: A Walk in the Woods - with the "Highly Commended" title at the Annual Poetry Competition, 2012, Masque Publishing, UK.

: Untamed Love, republished by Decanto Magazine (Poetry Magazine/Anthology, UK)
Untamed Love, republished by Decanto Magazine (Poetry Magazine/Anthology, UK)

: Soar Interview for Enigma Magazine, London, UK (2012)
Spring Interview: Soar for Enigma Magazine, London, UK (May 2012)

: Reflections of Bodensee, republished by Decanto Magazine (Poetry Magazine/Anthology, UK)
Reflections of Bodensee, republished by Decanto Magazine (Poetry Magazine/Anthology, UK)

: Newspaper article, Deutsche-Netzzeitung, Munich, Nov. 20th, 2011

: Article Schwaebische Zeitung 2011

: Many times the essence can be perceived on the surface. The secret lies in using the right eyes. (Soul diary, Soar).

: Explaining the importance of a moment within a poem...between a guitar and an "oh" .
Explaining the importance of a moment within a poem...between a guitar and an "oh" . Picture Credits: Jessica Gastaud

: Words, wine and silences. It's in the details. Picture credits: Jessica Gastaud #soar, #soaringwords, #bsw, #berlinspokenword, #berlin, #poetryevent, #nicepeople, #goodtimes.
Words, wine and silences. It's in the details. Picture credits: Jessica Gastaud #soar, #soaringwords, #bsw, #berlinspokenword, #berlin, #poetryevent, #nicepeople, #goodtimes.

: Island scents forests rushing away against acrobacies cajoling delays in the hourglass of time while the sea stays to immortalize scents, on little islands of freedom or on the wings of seagulls loyal to the shore - that smell of roses from back home which no track of time, or train lost in mirthful moments swept away can hold safe better than those eyes pledging faith to heart before the u-boat of the mind better than the sea reminiscing eternity.
Island scents forests rushing away against acrobacies cajoling delays in the hourglass of time while the sea stays to immortalize scents, on little islands of freedom or on the wings of seagulls loyal to the shore - that smell of roses from back home which no track of time, or train lost in mirthful moments swept away can hold safe better than those eyes pledging faith to heart before the u-boat of the mind better than the sea reminiscing eternity.

: Telling stories of life, colours and people. Berlin, Spoken Word Event.

: Poem: https://www.soaring-words.com/lang/en/2016/08/change-unchanged/

: Last night I had the honour and the pleasure to dance along my choreographer and 3 beautiful ballerinas. It was about classic tunes and classy people. I must say I�d rather write three books of poetry than dance one of her intricate choreographies:- ))), but it is always worth the work. Thank you Luise Helbig for the trust and for putting art in what you do! Happy 2015 with poetry, music, love and life!

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Imprints

: Visceral sun, waiting...

: Exclusive LP. Pristine Edition

: When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign. (Soar)

: On mango and chocolate ...should you ever think to pause your kisses and regale your lips to surfaces I say kiss me for you know my breathing as the sound of your mute yearnings while I have memorized your sighs of pain and pleasure undefined - when you close your eyes and I reach horizons within your arms or you abandon thoughts and measures to the gate of my caresses it's when you confide with life upon my rock of care and trust oh, we are so defined! That outer world can't break us now with any crack of haunting past nor present over you in rush; and every time I wander every inch of your life presence with traces of love close to your essence and wait for your surrender in my meanings it's like mango falling for chocolate like musiq playing your love is king in harmonies or fashion running for poetical freedom with happiness sprouting from our symbols little things without promises just souls of given word and mates of destiny you and me. (On mango and chocolate, Soar)
On mango and chocolate ...should you ever think to pause your kisses and regale your lips to surfaces I say kiss me for you know my breathing as the sound of your mute yearnings while I have memorized your sighs of pain and pleasure undefined - when you close your eyes and I reach horizons within your arms or you abandon thoughts and measures to the gate of my caresses it's when you confide with life upon my rock of care and trust oh, we are so defined! That outer world can't break us now with any crack of haunting past nor present over you in rush; and every time I wander every inch of your life presence with traces of love close to your essence and wait for your surrender in my meanings it's like mango falling for chocolate like musiq playing your love is king in harmonies or fashion running for poetical freedom with happiness sprouting from our symbols little things without promises just souls of given word and mates of destiny you and me. (On mango and chocolate, Soar)

: Although steady and slow are the trail to love, there is no path to see through without the engine of passionate and true. (Soar)

: Don't search for labels nor for keys to decipher me; my soul stems from old traditions upon virgin landscapes, my skin reminds of Mediterranean scents, my heart beats like the islands' sultry waves in serenades, while I belong to all oceans and lands above which the sun rests. But the essence of my love alone: lies only in your hands. (Soar)

: Woman in the corner of feelings searching for hopes

: In her big eyes he could read that she would go to the end of the world and back for him. And if he looked deeper, time gained a different dimension within reality. It�s what he called amazing.
In her big eyes he could read that she would go to the end of the world and back for him. And if he looked deeper, time gained a different dimension within reality. It�s what he called amazing.

: Between his world and hers, hung the values of their start point and never-ending goals: respect, care and trust were guiding them throughout the times of time. While patience and forgiveness walked around disguised in balance. (�Soar, soaring-words.com)

: Hope between dusk and dawn
Hope between dusk and dawn

: I am not asking you for anything, except for you to love me. Yet, little did he realize that what he asked her for was everything. (Soar)
�I am not asking you for anything, except for you to love me�. Yet, little did he realize that what he asked her for was everything. (Soar)

: You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always move my life, my poetry's pace and rhyme,... I can not disclose the shape of metaphors, nor what they bashfully display behind the robes of their naked source; but you can use the eyes of heart to feel what they are made of. And if it's a tear or a smile I evoke, it means we are human, it means we care and we love. It means we are both beautiful. (Soar)

: All she could hear, beyond the clenching noise of words, was his soul whisper as though it were her own. And she couldn?t let go...(Soar)
All she could hear, beyond the clenching noise of words, was his soul whisper as though it were her own. And she couldn?t let go...(Soar)

: Soul Diary: soon!

: Soul Diary: soon!
Soul Diary: soon!

: Soul Diary: soon!

: Soul Diary: soon!

: Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love. (Soar)
Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love. (Soar)

: And so its shores beholding hopes and dreams / At the threshold where reality sets sails to explore fantasies / Are the immutable purveyor of waves humanly entwined / Carrying upon their crystalline beliefs - the sequel of life. (Reflections of Bodensee, Soar, August 2011)

: Sometimes all the books you�ve read can�t make up for life�s teachings. Yet, there are some genuine values saved within from the times of reading that can beat the hardest reality. (Soar)
Sometimes all the books you�ve read can�t make up for life�s teachings. Yet, there are some genuine values saved within from the times of reading that can beat the hardest reality. (Soar)

: Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile, envisaged by my eyes, in quest of his new dwellings with wells of meanings. And there, he stopped its moment... and kissed my curiosity. It was then when I felt in love with him. (January,2012)

: The knowledge of a language is not always needed. The speech of a soul is always comprehended. (Soar)

: Blind love is not real love, but rather a mere lust for a feeling of hope through a maze entangling sunrays amid shadows. Only the love with the eyes open and the consciousness awoken is the one to remain true in soul, till all shadows have been broken.

: ...I?ve never thought that poetry itself could be the wanderer of many guises, subdued to a censorship matrix with business-type highlights, stemmed from external (political, social, economic) and inherent (individual) forms... (The prostitution of writing, Soar, May 2012)

: The path, following a dream
The path, following a dream

: At the gate of destiny

: We should never be entitled to ask or expect anyone to make us happy. The greatest happiness is not the one to make, but the one to simply maintain. (Soar)
We should never be entitled to ask or expect anyone to make us happy. The greatest happiness is not the one to make, but the one to simply maintain. (Soar)

: I don't think you can fall in love for the sake of the word...for then you won't know love, but just a spelling. I think you get to know love when you discover, letter by letter, the twinkle of its calligraphy and sound, somewhere within the lines of two eyes, waiting for you to keep it warm and alive. That light you constantly give for the care of its meaning becomes the knowledge of love in your small world, or the encyclopaedic reason for the universe to be. (Soar)

: If the door of dreams is open, never hesitate to enter. Soul finds innocence at the other end to conjure the needed sprinkles in reality: possibilities. (Soar)

: Chemistry (Poem)
When our thoughts touch we raise fire every time and universes stop, afraid not to burn out then we give reason ground and indulge waters to settle down until storms give in, once more, in the mix with passion inside, that always survives, and next time around will conjure from the same unquenched source the flicker of warmth, the sparkle of hope the flame which bonds anew our thoughts bespoke from unbanned dreams to the flavor of wishes like diaphanous magnets, depolarizing earths with too much energy pouring from you into me while skies and soils bow before the justice of the eyes and hearts refound longing to intertwine, bursting with laughter and tears - feelings boldly conspiring with destiny to win against biases and fears and reunite what was always meant to be one. and there, between volcanoes and floods, amid fantasies and truth from the prelude of us I save embers and dew and wait for you to be mine.

: Reminiscing...
Sometimes (POEM) Sometimes I write to gently waft the air at the side to come close-by and whisper ?hi? while your thoughts already enliven my mind rising swirls of feelings leaving my words at the brink of poetry intermingled with the prose of reality thickened by the fog in your world silencing your mouth and ears before the speech of freedom and the air of hope you would hold like a breath of love should your pulse approach to vie for my warmth when I fall asleep and you arouse on my lips fantasies - riveting thrills that I take in bits of memories from the heart you relinquish to my sighs like a wild horse prancing for spring while I breathlessly run with scents over void fields to save our faith and bring peace against the erratic scenery that never counted with the dreams we conceive our instants with and grow them one by one indomitably until they become ?we?. Sometimes I write a poem about you just to say ?thank you? sometimes I write because I love you. (Soar, 2014, ? www.soaring-words.com)

: Sonnet-like Poem
Sonnet-like Poem To redefine you in other lyrical forms Cast in grey rituals of grand ancient plays It?s like taking the gist of an outspoken soul To lay bare the same footprints of your way I know the paints by heart, yet drawing is too difficult With you holding the blues of wavering hues, Misting the dawn from its purport While I use trust, patience and chocolate as muse The scenery flows with six-dimensional feelings Same care, rippling meanings of tomorrows You watch confused the practice of my preaching For it?s your well of ?free? and ?happy? that I colour So that each morning of hope or stumbling night You can redefine the truth of you and I. (Soar, 2014, ? www.soaring-words.com)

: ...Sometimes I stop and wonder if you are surreal or maybe I?m addicted to the rays waning on your skin, despite winters meant to appease peaks of feelings, when you whisper in my ears with a silent kiss so many things from the other life we had in dreams and I know I am awake and living love as it must have been, as it feels in reality, embellished by patient d?j? vus and art philosophies, pastiche of universes upon two destinies: you and me. (D?j? vu, Soar, "Yours, poetically?)
...Sometimes I stop and wonder if you are surreal or maybe I?m addicted to the rays waning on your skin, despite winters meant to appease peaks of feelings, when you whisper in my ears with a silent kiss so many things from the other life we had in dreams and I know I am awake and living love as it must have been, as it feels in reality, embellished by patient d?j? vus and art philosophies, pastiche of universes upon two destinies: you and me. (D?j? vu, Soar, "Yours, poetically?)

: Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love... (Soar)
Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love... (Soar)

: ?I am a convinced believer that nothing is "as it is", but it is something that "can become", or we can make out of, if we put faith in our inner resources and feelings to bring the right impetus to the driving wheels of our lives? mechanism.? (Soar)

: There are things we do that the human mind doesn't understand, yet the same things are meant for the heart to fully comprehend. (Soar)
There are things we do that the human mind doesn't understand, yet the same things are meant for the heart to fully comprehend. (Soar)

: I dressed up my words in the apparel of heart and came to you, like a whisper in the noise of a silent night, to strip myself, naked to my feelings. Your eyes were asleep, and I waited, patiently, to join your heartbeats in their dreams...it's there where I felt you, still praising the passion of our meaning.

: Yours, poetically
Yours, poetically

: When I flirt with my muse to lay down truths of me and you, it's silent around and the air rises up with exoticism from heart to sheets....the prelude of a storm of meanings. (Soar)

: From the tumult of my life I reach to you and see your scar It cuts me open and suspends me in your air Like perfume?s fine particles sprayed into one?s hair They smell, but are they felt like elixir of fate? They soothe, yet can you heal with them? They have no clue of how to bloom ? there is no recipe They just give off their spring To make a season of serenity Into your world of quagmire pillows Holding idle goals and arrows; Forgive the fragrance, destined on your path to stay It?s just some rays entangled in your hair A woman?s breath caressing your air Like feathers Holding your weight with care Growing into the beauty of you Or as a quote said: "It?s more about the truth of deeper values."
From the tumult of my life I reach to you and see your scar It cuts me open and suspends me in your air Like perfume?s fine particles sprayed into one?s hair They smell, but are they felt like elixir of fate? They soothe, yet can you heal with them? They have no clue of how to bloom ? there is no recipe They just give off their spring To make a season of serenity Into your world of quagmire pillows Holding idle goals and arrows; Forgive the fragrance, destined on your path to stay It?s just some rays entangled in your hair A woman?s breath caressing your air Like feathers Holding your weight with care Growing into the beauty of you Or as a quote said: "It?s more about the truth of deeper values."

: Haven?t you seen and heard that every word I seed for you is a feeling, and every thought I bloom bears a meaning? Rivers of words, blending together for the same course, the action of my being: my universe, your beauty.
Haven?t you seen and heard that every word I seed for you is a feeling, and every thought I bloom bears a meaning? Rivers of words, blending together for the same course, the action of my being: my universe, your beauty.

: My soul is an estuary: the cove where salty sea tears melt with the sweet river kisses into the immense ocean of feelings; the infinite expanse where time measures the seconds of eternity.

: In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be resumed to the magic of three sentences, in the order of their strength: ?I apologize?, ?I love you?, ?Hi?. The use and the meaning you replenish them with become the mirror of yourself, eventually of an entire humanity. (Soar)
In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be resumed to the magic of three sentences, in the order of their strength: ?I apologize?, ?I love you?, ?Hi?. The use and the meaning you replenish them with become the mirror of yourself, eventually of an entire humanity. (Soar)

: To withstand the nothing, it really takes everything. But it can also take just one thing: a heartbeat in truth beside you; when the mask has been removed.

: Let it be no poetry tonight, no music and no arts to resort to. Let it be only the night, put the stars aside, let the black flow for the bright of my silent words veiled by a hug. Let it be just me, eyes closed blushing with the red of your heart. Let it be you alone, decisive arms giving me peace of mind, caring for my soul to soothe with delicate moves. Let it be us, a smile, a look, a touch and all those accessories that couples wear like gadgets against hard times. Let it be air, giving birth to our breaths, while space seduces time for us to last. And then, I will whisper ? good night, dawn of my life. (Soar)

: Of Freedom (Poem by Soar, Nov.-Dec. 2012, (c) www.soaring-words.com)

: I sometimes ask how your day is, and you say little and let it set in with its own story over our being. I often wonder what is on your mind and you answer my thoughts with a smile or a word of hi - little things of greater meaning. I ponder, so many times, upon your heart and you approach and let me hear: you don't say a word, yet every time it is as if you breathe with poetry all over me...or was it just a song? I don't recall the notes, but I know it was about the truth of feelings. I see them in your mirror whenever my heart speaks to you. And we're both silent. (Soar)
"I sometimes ask how your day is, and you say little and let it set in with its own story over our being. I often wonder what is on your mind and you answer my thoughts with a smile or a word of hi - little things of greater meaning. I ponder, so many times, upon your heart and you approach and let me hear: you don't say a word, yet every time it is as if you breathe with poetry all over me...or was it just a song? I don't recall the notes, but I know it was about the truth of feelings. I see them in your mirror whenever my heart speaks to you. And we're both silent." (Soar)

: There...behind a windowpane where the wind would stop its rage and where home would gain form before the nothingness outside, I shelter you with warmth of heartbeats and soft dews of kisses. You pause with life beside my breathing to contemplate my love, pulsing with an entire nature towards your course. I try to tame my rhyme and keep the flooding rivers by the sea, but you untame my thoughts with simple laws of magnetism. Here they are...entangled, jocular and true, my feelings at the dwellings of your lips, which I've been longing to depict and make my life's hymn, although I can't refrain from losing myself in the symphony of your enticing array: the colours of your meaning. I am... lost, both fragile and strong in your embrace; my heart runs for the shape of your emotions, before your motion, my body is immortalized; my soul already bears the signs of your symbology, freed by the cage of your core of beauty, reverberating with our memory? To find myself again, I only need the mirror of your eyes, or maybe just your smile, which I repay with a whole universe encompassed in my poetry. It's not much but just a night with storms of feelings before your eyes. It's nothing but a heart sheltering your breathing. It's only love. Or just a windowpane, meant to protect life from the wind outside. (Soar)

: Within eyes

: I believe that becoming a writer is not about finding similarities, nor following the same trends, with different accessories. I often un-follow subscriptions and newsfeeds when I want to write about something. When I write I follow, read and am inspired by Life, People and Passion. I guess my "current" is personal and universal. (Soar)

: Whenever I learn a new word, I feel strong, for I discover a new world. Whenever I share a word, I feel weak: I give away a sparkle of my dreams. (Soar)

: If you don't look before the dusk and beyond the dawn, you won't be able to see the sun. (Soar)