Baka?

I'm not for sale
my hands to paint, draw, write, sew, sculpt clay, yes
my body ... to get into music and movement, vibrating space, yes
But before I think about money, it is a path from me to myself, from me to other
It's let grow in me the song of the world and give it the most possible space
I seek to forge links







Do you really think I'm stupid?
You're right if you understand I know what you feel

I dreamed of you, before I saw you in the street, in the same position...
A dream full of light
A big white dragonfly, with blue eyes, like a plane, took me back home, in my island

Now, I'm here, thinking about my life
I'm not an hysterical fan
I'm not pretentious
I don't need superficial projections
I'm not like those people who believe that success is appear in magazines and make lots of money
I want the authenticity
I think creation, art, is a gift of oneself, an expression of a certain vision, a history of emotions, something generous!
I thank the universe for the inspiration he gives me every day
This is incredibly intimate, is precious
I hope people are sincere, honest, open minded
Those who are not, my feet are moving away from their
And when people give you positive feedback, then this is the most valuable asset
That, it does not flee, although it is a real treasure


You're not Superman...
Superman isn't odious

When you wrote beautifull lyrics and videos
When you came for me - for what finaly?
On my side, I suffered to the point of wanting to die, at the point of hurting myself for the first time in my life, seeking a way to feel alive, just alive!
I emerge only now, with all sorts of true problems to solve, alone with my daughter or almost, with my fears and my pain.
and where are you now?
And I'm thanking still life, being alive, with a wonderful girl, back in my waves, my land.
Head on the shoulders, feet firmly attached to the ground, looking up at the stars.
I enjoy the pleasure of speaking Creole again, pick a ripe mango in the garden, feel the warm rain on my skin and the fresh morning mist.
My melancholy return to the ocean and the stars...
I work for open children's eyes to my island rainbow sky and culture Metis, then I sew, draw, dance and over again.
The real life!




Last week, I dreamed about a large room, feeling like I'm in New York
Bad witches were trying to attack me
In a corner, I saw a kind of paper, over there was a drawing and something that spoke of a song
An atmosphere so calm at this time...



Obvious you'd said?
I think it is.
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