Emmanuelle Soni-Dessaigne Quotes

When will your sun come - to make everything reborn?
-The burn of your fingers pressed against my being-
I would like to fall asleep in your body again
And make of your smiles an open source
When my life is like a desolate desert
I would like to fall asleep by the light sand of your skin.
Your voice - your voice alone knows how to put an end to my anger
As your lips faint on the pains of my yesterday
When will you come to drape me in your radiant sun?
So that I find life in its first taste
(-The glow of your hair is a roof of moonlight.)

You will come
After the storm
You will lay your head
On my knees
You will come to seek
All I am

And I would breathe you like,
Opening the window,
I was breathing the rain.

Our love is not new
It has its roots in the sky
Our love has overcome
The darkest of the stars
Our love goes daily
Because it lives in obviousness.

To love you, is the flight of the birds who were asleep in my soul.

-I told you:
My heart is from another youth
My blood, from another sea
Do not come close to my shores
But do not wander far from my lands
For it is in your eyes
Alone
That I look for the day
And on your lips
Alone
That I look for the rain
I give you my island
My storms and my tide
If you let me moor
To your quiet waters
And hide under flowers.

Between my heart and your heart, there is a vein.
Maybe a bridge.

I have always been fascinated by youth.

This fire that makes us feel glorious, insolent, immortal.

I will have to come to terms with it - everything has been reduced to ashes.
(I tried in vain not to burn myself in the way.)

I believe that the deep tenderness I feel for man comes from the fact that he is so full of certainty – yet, he doubts all the time. It is a funny paradox. He is constantly misled.

He gives great importance to things that do not have any, and misses those which have.

I would like to be like a flower. Going through life, just like this, regardless of whether I will be born again or if anyone will remember my beauty.

Just passing by like this, to make the world a little more beautiful, or a little more breathable, for a little while.

I would like to be a flower of those in the bouquets for the hospitals. Of those who are plucked to die near those who are going to die.

Or those who are just born.

So that we can watch life together for a moment, as long as it is there.

To die because I am beautiful and I represent life.

To die because the love of the flower never offers itself as a trophy, for the love of the flower is always humble.

And I love to love with humility.
We should always love with humility.

Love is a silence that needs lips to be said.

I was young, I said to myself: I have life in front of me.
As I got older, I said to myself: I have life behind me.
Sick, I said to myself: I do not care; as long as I have life with me.
Since then, life is always with me.
Neither in front, nor behind, nor before, nor after.
I stopped offering it on the altar of Time. I brought life back to life.

(I dreamt of a long trip)
I dreamt of contemplating
Your eyes, your hair - their colors
The sun would leave in his hours.
I dreamt of your seasons
-Your body leaned against my horizon.
I dreamt of your face
I dreamt of your hands
I dreamt of your kisses
I dreamt of a symphony
Just few notes accompanied
-I dreamt of your wrists.
I dreamt of your heart
Of everything you emanate
The perfume that your soul wears
I dreamt of your smile
To hear you laugh, and cry
-I dreamt of seeing you alive
I dreamt of your presence
From your silence
And all your metamorphoses
(I dreamed of a long trip)
Around your closed eyelids.

I write to tell you that I love you
That my heart travels every day
That I was cold with grief
Afraid of being alone
And to disappear tomorrow.
I write to tell you that I love you
That everything will end in your arms
That one day my heart was lost
In his pain
That I thought he had stopped
That it took you to resume it
I write to tell you that I love you
That you are all I have of horizon
That you will see
Our children sing in the tall grass
And soon the spring will rise by the windows
I write to tell you that I love you
That for this appointment of beginning or end
It is with you that I want to breathe,
Don't you see,
I live in the orphaned space
That your hands create.

I remember
Your wonder
Us two, lying on the sky
You were explaining me the world
Its weighs,
And I said:

"I will write for what is alive. "
"I come from emptiness, not from nothingness. "

And I kissed you without understanding
Your sun came to surprise me
And he loved me to hunt me down
(And I wanted to ravage you).

It starts between two suns
Between dream and sleep
Like a sigh after oblivion
-The way you hold the night.

It goes on in a kiss
So many pains exchanged
Like a song of compassion
-The way you reveal my name.

It ends
In my body
It ends
In a shiver
Where we remain only
Two souls
And, naturally,
We recognize each other.