Butterfly effect (Soon)
The butterfly spends its life in flight, scattering colors, gifting delight, fading away so others shine bright.
Maman
Mother, fragile and infinite presence, you are the first tenderness, the first voice, the first shelter. Gone too soon or still by my side, your love moves through silence and years. In the breath of the wind, in the light of the morning, I still feel your arms protecting me. Nothing can erase the gentleness of your gaze: you are the root and the horizon, the wound and the healing, the memory that never fades.
Avion en papier
Hand in hand, we walk through fire and rain, a vow unbroken by joy or by pain. For the best and the worst, I am yours, you are mine.
I have a plan
I fold a paper plane with trembling hands, dreaming it could carry you both away. If you sat inside, side by side again, the sky would hold you, no chance to stray. A fragile hope, a child’s silent prayer.