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The One

I am the one who sings in the shower I am a poppy beneath the sun I am the one who whistles while walking I am the one who smiles at strangers in the street I am the one who receives a message from a long-lost friend I am glasses raised in laughter with friends I am the one who gives and receives small gifts I am joy.

The Toy Box

These days, I like to think of you... You are a blue smile, a gourmet oasis, a sensual flash. These short poems are not messages in bottles cast adrift at sea, but rather waves of flowers with joyful foam blossoming spontaneously on the soil of your absence. This silence is no longer the toothless, icy prison of yesteryear, but a toy box full of children's cries, which, when the time comes, we open together, bickering and laughing...

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