I'm sorry. But I am sad and I must speak.Everyday, the same story it repeatsThe freedom to be oneself,To express onself as one wishes,To love onself in a world that doesn't love you back,All those things I must fight for everyday.I smile. But I am sad.This isn't natural, this isn't right.Why should I be fighting … Continue reading Sleep

To loves never lived– by Issa Dioume

I never held her head between my hands,I grabbed at mist and caught myself,Heavily falls he who has never had a fall,And I fell harder than a boulder into an ocean.Now, till she comes, loneliness... Poor me, Poor me! from hour to hour The heat of love scorches my heart,But she my mind holds dear … Continue reading To loves never lived– by Issa Dioume

The fate of tools

Fate turns like the spokes of a wheel, When the wheel is broken, The driver descends to replace it with a better, stronger one. Tools of speed will always be replaced, How sad is r How sad their shortness of life, they are like butterflies in the breeze, Beautiful for three days, then quickly swept … Continue reading The fate of tools