Reach her soul, it takes love…

why do we think other people never want us to read their mind?
How God we will be to do so… How unsweetened whispering will be… What keeps us alive, till it changes is the little mystery hidden in every faces we meet, that fear of how best we can have from others, how deep we can dig to grab their potential strenght to help them go through. When all of their passions die too soon,to be here, to be you, to be the one to light their flame.
Can’t we still read their mind, if we are not even able to write properly what our own mind spells out?
It’s like you always listen to a song and all you get from it, it’s just a word… Your word against the author’s feeling. How often we fell in love with the unexpected,the kind that defeats us. The kind of what you and I are afraid of. We couldn’t have been more human without falling, get hurt, being rejected and everything about what others may think about us.
Whenever we try to know what exactly is in your surrounding’s mind, all you can get back it’s loosing what takes you so much to get there,TRUST and FAITH. Reach their soul,it takes Love, reach their mind,it takes time… Choice is all yours!!


I see forgiveness

It’s like a song you have to write down, you just have the lyrics but feelings will show out melodies,the most beautiful a smile is trust me that’s how ugly sadness is inside. I don’t even know how to forgive but I swear I know how to give, I know what to give, that’s my crawl till I may walk again, against the fact I might be ungrateful who I ain’t as a matter. I’m awakened knowing Im although wrong. But u know I can’t forgive If I just see me instead of you. You were right,I was wrong,I was young… and that’s why I’m saying I can’t forgive I can give, I’ll give you who I am, who I’ve never been but what I’ll be after that resolution.

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Those 4 strings…


When I think about the reasons I smile, the fact that I’m just me, just one thing I’ve just found out. My baby, my violin like no other made me that happy, joyful resplenishing. My fairy tale is behind that wood. I’ve met my first love thanks to my violin, my best friends are who that share wonderful melodies with me. The one I love is just the one I wanna make those 4 strings sound for. My first sweet emotion was due to that instrument. If live perharps is music, I couldn’t b more than that alive all days.

           Once upon a time, for the fist time I”ve seen a man filled with beautiful melodies, sounded like no one did before. Oh my Gosh he was the one whom passion, could not only wear a P as piano but ff for a beautiful fortissimo. And that’s where I’ve found all this motivation, this passion

When in Haiti…

If some of you do live, they there just exist… In that 27750 field of desire to be finally free, free of that kind of misery. It’s also over 9 millions faces where culture expresses itself through shades, tourism, yanvalou, through the pure voice of a “Madan-Sara”, the sound of the ocean breeze. Every sound that has just came out reveal the deepest thought of a 22 years old girl that has just grown up there and saw what eyes could see but just only soul and mind could reach.