I like “to listen” to the poets…:-)

I try to wake up every morning with a grateful feeling, an optimistic and positive attitude… our existence is far too short to dwell on wrong, unfair or whatever “crap stuff” which does complicate our days (and nights!)… 🙂 otherwise, I often start my day with a poem and I’ve just read Francis Carco’s “il pleut…” – “it’s raining…” – for real! I like “to listen” to the poets, as they celebrate the immortal dawn and invite us to taste the joy of living, to give a long-lasting shape to this ephemeral treasure of which we’ll never have enough… I use to switch from a poem to another – in French, English, Romanian or Spanish, and I always find out a different “realm”, where the charm of solitude crosses the huge power of love(or passion), the vital importance of friendship, the fascinating ocean, the “comings and goings” of the seasons, etc… now and then, I take a few “walks” alone, to find the answers to some of my questions – in Nature’s silence and/or through my “busy” solitude…

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in fact, there’s a huge difference between “loneliness” – sort of ‘sadness’ or even ‘seclusion’, caused by the lack of friends or company – and THE ‘chosen’ solitude – which is a temporary state or situation… as for the poets, their talent helps them avoid, refuse or deny the alleged or imposed “wisdom” of any “époque”… there’s a French saying:”happy people are not supposed to have a (hi)story to tell” – but it’s untrue – for they do have one or several stories to relate, and some of them are tremendously interesting, as “polished” by the past years, they both enlighten and protect their soul… even during the darkest hours of his lifetime, Louis Aragon(French poet) stated:”Happiness does exist and I do believe in it…” – well, life throws new “battles” daily, we have to face them and fight them with self-confidence, to move on, ahead and forward – courageously and fearless, listening to our heart’s poetry… 🙂

quelque part, au milieu du Pacifique…

… l’est rencontre l’ouest, et ils se fondent dans une autre dimension, une réalité magique où rien n’est ce qui semble être… ce “paradis retrouvé” me manque, je salue une nouvelle aube en caressant du regard les pétales de chaque fleur, tandis que le vent se faufile parmi les branches luxuriantes… le soleil murmure des mots d’amour et nous invite à boire la rosée du matin – le nectar de VIE… santé et une semaine émaillées de fleurs! 🙂

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somewhere, in the middle of the Pacific ocean, East meets West, and they melt into another dimension, a magic reality where nothing is quite as it seems to be… I do miss this “regained paradise”, I welcome another dawn, my eyes cuddle the petals of each flower, while the wind spins among lush boughs… the sun whispers love words and beckons us to sip the morning dew – LIFE’s nectar… cheers and have a flowery week! 🙂

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