Sensations - Blog Posts

Vitre ouverte dans la voiture,

le froid piquant

de la vitesse

— Mat Fauve

Toujours au centre du cercle,

mon corps se mouvant

dans l'eau lisse

— Mat Fauve

How does flying feel?

It makes me, me

I was waiting for my feelings to go numb

I was waiting for that day but I was dumb

I thought that with each day the wound would grow old

I expected that each day would make me cold

But little I realised

And very little I was surprised

With each passing day

My feelings started spreading like a ray

It reached ever nook and corner of my existence

But I was still hoping with persistence

It was so difficult to feel

The reason I thought time would heal

Soon I had a lot of opinions

Surprisingly they made me cry more than onions

Soon the tree of feeling got a strong hold

Now I knew nothing was going to get old

All experiences and incidents

Were giving my wounds new dents

Crying became a constant part of my lifestyle

Funny enough that it was just a more defined form of my old style

I didn't know what to do with so much going on inside

Never realised it would be so much more than what was going outside

Checking and rechecking all emotions

Hide and seek with everything was in motion

Defining the ideas I had was important

Knowing I was right was like a reinforcement

I knew the wounds are not going now

But still adapting raised the question how

Connecting dots was a daily routine

Adulting is much more difficult than being a teen

Sensations, feelings and emotions are always going to be difficult for me

But when I introspect I realise it makes me, me.

Brightly colored pictures

Move before my eyes

With no single reaction

Of my heart and my mind

Accompanying voices

I can't quite comprehend

My senses sense sensations

Which don't make any sense

Quand la photo réussit à nous donner les sensations ! Huuuummmmm....

Une journée pleine de sensations,

Il y a dans toute relation le risque de la perte, de l'abandon. Ce sont les blessures du lien qui s'inscrivent en nous le plus durablement. Et c'est aussi ce que nous en ferons qui ouvrira ou fermera les portes de la tendresse.

Quand est venu le temps de se séparer, de s'éloigner ou de se perdre, la tendresse, s'elle n'est pas tuée par le ressentiment, par la violence de la souffrance (sur soi ou sur l'autre) permet de garder la trace du meilleur de l'autre et de nous même.

Je crois que la tendresse est un mouvement qui nous entraîne à suivre un chemin bordé de sensations et de sentiments où se trouvent mêlés bienveillance, acceptation, abandon, mais aussi confiance, stimulation, étonnement, découverte. Pour suivre ce chemin, peut-être faut-il accepter de dépasser des peurs, de sortir des préjugés, d'affronter l'inconnu d'une rencontre.

Peut-être faudra-t-il plus simplement, plus difficilement aussi, accepter d'entrer dans le cycle de la vie. La tendresse est une naissance à soi-même qui nous fait pénétrer dans le ventre émerveillé de l'existence.

-Jacques Salomé

I would invite him to a cafe

To talk about literature, about our lives

But that was not the kind of thing a bad boy would be interesting for

A bad boy desires to ride his motorcycle

For a thousand miles, maybe alone

High-speed, no concerns in his mind

Feeling the wind through the skin

And if he had the chance

Making sex with a lot of unknown faces that, for a good or a bad reason, crossed his way

Faces that will remain unknown after all

And me, well...the only thing I could offer was these kind of sensations

Only by having sex with him

But see, this is not that easy

When all I wanted to do

Was to admire him

While he was admiring life