I am tired and very sleepy. Yet, I find it impossible to go to bed without dropping these few words into your mail box: I love you and it seems that I will never be tired repeating these words to you. Sure you just spoke to me a few minutes ago wishing me good night. Unfortunately my insatiable heart can never be satisfied of what it can say, whisper or express to you, femme de mes passions! At a time of the night when the only noise I can hear is my troubled heart beat requ

In all innocence, I always thought that by persuasion we can change others. What a mistake! What I often forget during all these attempts...

Pour un moment, je me suis égaré sans savoir où conduire mes pas quand soudain je me suis retrouvé dans le parterre de l'amitié. Et lá,...

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Man in Love: I'm sorry for my offensive actions and words. I know that I have hurt you and have caused you sorrow. I believe that I had...

I was looking for wonders that a broken heart could not explain. I was looking for genuine honesty that my tortured mind could feel. I...

Je n'ai pas de rite et ne me crois pas conformiste pourtant je crois que la poésie á force de s'y immerger, se révèle cette onde limpide, fugitive, et capricieuse qui crée sous ses différents courants, cette habitude dont la société sous sa forme la plus primitive ou la plus avancée, ne peut s'en passer. A la fois tendre et mélancolique, rêveuse et idyllique; engagée ou épique, critique ou réaliste, elle semble toujours être l'expression d'une société: souffrante ou heureuse