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À mes yeux, tout est poésie.
J’aime romantiser la vie.
To me, everything is poetry,
and I love to romanticize life.
Beauty lives in the little things,
in fleeting moments, gentle light,
and lovely details,
Always finding reasons to be grateful and hopeful,
embracing life with wonder.
Tout est poésie.
xTiny
À mes yeux, tout est poésie.
J’aime romantiser la vie.
To me, everything is poetry,
and I love to romanticize life.
Beauty lives in the little things,
in fleeting moments, gentle light,
and lovely details,
Always finding reasons to be grateful and hopeful,
embracing life with wonder.
Tout est poésie.
xTiny
Rêve d’azur et cassis
Limestone cliffs, sun-warmed,
and azure blue water, endless, almost unreal. Parasol pines lean gracefully into the wind.
Wild rosemary and thyme, their scent drifting over the bay. The hum of cicadas singing in the heat.
At sunset, purple dusk settles softly on the azure water below the cliffs.
Catching the moment when the sea remembers the sky…
xTiny
Here she is… painting Palmeraie
In the Palmeraie, quiet wide and green
palms sway in the air
Dates in the sun hanging from branches heavy and sweet.
From childhood on a love stayed true
for palms that lean toward skies so blue
for desert roads where heat runs high
then suddenly softens as you pass by.
An oasis appears where the desert ends
a ribbon of river that bends and bends
green along water life returning near
a sudden miracle becoming clear…
xTiny
Ethereal Passion
Softly woven petals
opening like secrets.
They reach, they wander,
they find the sun in their own way.
A longing to feel,
to truly connect.
There’s something wild about them,
something honest.
They bloom bold,
but only for a while.
Passion flowers,
almost not of this world -
fragile, almost floating,
like morning mist in gentle sunlight.
Ethereal passion,
it comes in moments,
in small, beautiful things.
A flower, a breath,
the way light moves through leaves.
Not loud, just real.
xTiny
SHE RISES WITH THE SUN
Soft coral earth beneath
her feet,
The sun slowly sets over the land.
The horizon whispers,
She will rise again.
Shadow and future intertwined,
Threads of all that she is woven together.
Here and tomorrow,
Even when the night feels long,
The sun has promised
It will always return.
Her eyes sparkle,
Carrying the light.
The light of connection,
With all that surrounds her,
Through every layer of herself,
She carries the sun.
xTiny
Vers la Kasbah
The city awakens slowly.
Quiet mornings, and the first stirrings of life, the warm scent of fresh bread drifting through the alleys.
Soft rose-colored light, and the patina along the old walls.
With every small gate I pass, a new view unfolds, the light guiding me further in.
Then comes the beautiful square, where the palm trees cast their long morning shadows.
I love these gentle mornings… when the whole day still lies open before me.
xTiny
Ethereal Passion
Softly woven petals
opening like secrets.
They reach, they wander,
they find the sun in their own way.
A longing to feel,
to truly connect.
There’s something wild about them,
something honest.
They bloom bold,
but only for a while.
Passion flowers,
almost not of this world -
fragile, almost floating,
like morning mist in gentle sunlight.
Ethereal passion,
it comes in moments,
in small, beautiful things.
A flower, a breath,
the way light moves through leaves.
Not loud, just real.
xTiny
The Secrets of the Medina
Whispers of the wind through the narrow streets of the medina, where I glimpse the palms,
Wondering what beauty may unfold,
Discovering the secrets of the medina.
Behind each door, another waits,
New paths, new lights,
New unseen gates.
Each gateway holds a truth inside.
Each one teaches me something new.
The magic of doors in the medina.
Trusting the path,
Following the light.
xTiny
This woman’s portrait, painted in soft pink and tender brown, feels like a memory of warmth. I love how the flowing colors ground me, calming the mind like early morning light. It’s as if I can smell the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and sense the soft light brushing gently against my skin.
xTiny
Between Sky and Earth
Through transparent layers of lace,
I breathe in the gentle sounds of the sea,
listening slowly to the beautiful silence.
My arms float,
softly veiling my face,
gazing far into the distance.
Stillness unfolds,
and clarity drifts in like morning light.
It is in silence that my thoughts become clear…
xTiny

