A December night

Ah! what a sublime feeling it is to see the beating of the heart that resides in the sparkles of the eyes of two strangers that first meet and say:
‘I feel again and know everything that you are,
You are my hope, you are my gain, you so near yet you were so far,
You are the everything i have longed to have but strangely have forbidden myself to have !’

Sophie Parou

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Farewell of a childhood

 

Over there, in the land of the old Sheppard which goes by the name of Beauce; a place that speaks of the flatness of the hand of God more than in any other places and where the long desired gold wheat blessed by its makers grows proud year after year; I once saw beneath the moon, the dance of the windmills winking at me, whilst saying my last farewell to the fields that shall have stamped forever more my childhood…

Sophie Parou

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The last preachers

 

And in of this land which you and I inhabit and which thirsts for the flesh and the pettiness pleasures of the empty days, if you but carefully look beyond the fog, you shall find that coexists an horizon made of pure lights and where the pious souls unspoiled by the black gold shall greet you with a smile should you but enter into their orderliness world when strikes your darkest time … a world polished by generations of men and woman who have kept faith to their God of love and sworn to abide by His kindness regardless of the insanity and delusions of what the eyes shall see and seek …

Sophie Parou

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Effervescence of the inner world…

 

You are the prettiness of a self made illusion of my own.
And in the arising picture of that place which belongs to the future but which will find its source from this present line, you are now no longer the ghost of petty minutiae of my past but the green velvet clothed king of the parlor of my desert caravanserai.
You are no longer a taker for you have become a giver.
Black has faded into white, the color of all earthy colors.
And by an invisible yet most spectacular miracle, you have finally understood that in truth we’ve all suffered and that the greatest truth of all is that it is through love that we shall heal and that in true love coexists no betrayal!
And as I contemplate the sea of our world, I know though you are merely but the echo of a self made fairy tale of my own.
Yet for now, you are the constellation of my inner world who has now reflected on the outside…

Sophie Parou

Author

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