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A Love Long Lost…

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Dear memory,

You crossed my mind today.

I smiled, as I remembered how you made me laugh.

My heart sang with joy, when I remembered how you inspired me to create.

I saw you looking at me, those eyes from the past, a stare of respect, a stare of longing, a stare that set me free.

That look, it coloured my world with dreams, with love, with lust, with poems.

You are special.

I miss you, I miss us and I miss the person I was.

I hope life is treating you well. I know it should for you are wise.

Thank you for bringing out the best in me,

Thank you for those colourful memories.

Until we meet again

N

Out of Breath

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A chat between illusion and reality, an eruption of feelings…

This forest is so dense,
It is too dark, misty and cold,
I can hear the ice cracking its jokes,
I can feel my breath breaking,
I am alone.

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Dark Forest

I am running and,
I cannot catch my breath,
This place is too immense,
It is too damp and the ground too steep,
I am trying not to fall,
I am holding tight to stay alive,
I do not belong in this dimension,
I just stopped breathing and I fell in this unfamiliar place,
Above me is a place too dark and below me is a swamp.

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Swamp

When will the sun come out?
My lovely sun, that keeps me warm, and envelopes me with love and protection,

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As I face this place that has tried to steal my soul and locked me in this dark cold forest,
I wish for the light, and in my mind I am running towards it,
Searching for a glimpse, looking for a sign, nothing can be seen.

I hate this noisy silence,
I hate this fake smile,
I hate this strange pat on the back,
I hate this look of deception,
I hate this pretense,
I hate this indifference.

Why? Why am I out of breath?

I was once a dancing Gypsy living under the sun,

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I was a child of the light, blowing golden dust and breathing into the endless fields of lavender,

Lavender Field

Lavender Fields

Why am I in this dark place? Who has cast a spell?

I will not stop running,
I will not give up,
I will keep on searching for the light,
I will not stop dreaming of my sun,
I will not stop breathing,
I will not stop dancing,

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

I might be out of breath now,
But I am not out of soul.
I will come out of this dark miserable place and,
I will forgive you for throwing me there,

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I will breathe, I will breathe again and,
Even if you hurt me,
I will blow you some golden dust, to fill your icy heart with love, and color your life with light,

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I am a Gypsy with an eternal soul,
I sometimes stop breathing,
I live different lives,
I taste different flavors,
I fall, I die, I stop breathing,
But my willpower is my fight,
For my life is a beaming light,
And I always emerge…
I dance for love, I breathe for adventure,
I am peace, and I bring peace wherever I land,

Love and Light

Love and Light

I breathe, I breathe, I breathe light.

Will You Tell My Story?

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Will you Tell My Story?

In a book?
In a narration?
In a documentary?
In a poem?
In a movie?
In an act?
In an article?

embrace your words

No.

My story and yours…. is not final,
It is the beginning of a journey to many lands, far, so faraway,
Places so divine that only you and me will know,

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Will you Tell My Story?

No.

I am the wind that you breathe,
The heart that beats,
The Love that never ends,
The soul that doesn’t rest .

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Will you tell My Story?

No.

There is no story to tell,
Day by day, hour-by-hour you design your life,
You are the story.

the world at your finger tips

Will you tell My Story?

No.

What is to tell?

A story of a beautiful soul, traveling and learning about life and beyond,
A story so divine that only the rare ones will learn,
A story with an open page for equal minds to walk in and share,
A story left blank for you and me to write, what we desire,
A story to paint with musical colors, creating songs of eternal tunes,
A story unlike any other,

Not written,
Not narrated,
Not seen,

A story where you and me live and dance amongst the words of the universe,
A story shining so bright, from the accumulation and synchronicity of our events,
A story of many chapters, yet not one page to tell,

Will you Tell My Story?

No.

Just feel it, with every sign, with every sense, with all your might.

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You ARE the Story.