I’m crying. Of freedom. Has it happened to you ?I’m feeling the grips of fear unholding me. I can even see its hands disappearing afar.I’m crying of recognition. Embracing this thing we call vulnerability, I would call it truth.Feeling life expanding in my cells as I continue feeling safe, feeling home inside my being.What has she drunk ? Smoked ?Humanity. And that’s how…
I am part of the privileged ones. Those who grew up in the right country at the right moment and have enough money to get themselves a passport, the « right » one to go back and forth from one country to another. I grew up having my dad in one continent and my mum in the other for several…
Could we be together ? Once and for all ? I found a lizard in the garden today, lying still on his back. I felt a flow of sadness, for his beauty. I could see the perfect blue lines, the precision of his little claws. The word service came to my mind. Then the lyrics from @youssouphamusik 's « mourir…