Written in the Air... out of Nothing (Écrits en l’air...de rien)

The soul of joy
Becomes the joy of the soul
When with your aura
You embody the woman.

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It sometimes speak to you
To tell you always.

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Beyond telling you,
Concerning writing it.

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Thoughts heal
Wounds.

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Small things
Change everything.

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A new air
Breathes now.

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Changed gaze,
Sees a bit of azure.

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Love confessed.
Love belongs to you.

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You are no longer alone
And know who loves you.

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To renounce,
To stay on the ground.
To move from the instant to the moment,
To come back to earth.

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The path, the way to travel,
You will find yourself,
You will catch up with pleasure.

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From great misfortune
To great happiness,
A sign of lived art.

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Not simple,
But it imposes itself
As freedom.

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Better this way,
Love imposes itself,
From the real of desire
To the desire of the real.

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Woman,
Muse,
Ignite the flame
Where one amuses.

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As a new beginning,
You are attached to art.

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