If found please return!
A day ago I lost my French penpal goes by the username bluecats whose name is Jennifer she’s a Gemini and lives in the French alps near Mont-Blanc. I met her on slowly a penpal based app, that lets you write letters and receive them in real time instead of all this fancy messaging crap nowadays. Yesterday she deactivated her account and I have no way of contacting her otherwise. From the letters we sent to one another she seems like a really interesting and nice person and a part of me doesn’t want to give up on finding her. Am I heartbroken? yes a little.
I’m not into social media so this is the only platform I have. So if you find her tell her I’m looking for her.
A la fontaine de feu
Qui dort dans mes mains ouvertes
Écoutant les feuilles mortes
Transpercer sa chair brûlante
L’oiseau boit la flamme verte Seul témoin de mon espoir
Il jure par le soleil Par la cendre de mes yeux
Par le puits de mes mains blanches
Que je suis sauvée du bruit. Gourmandise d’un silence
Où ma bouche et mon oreille Cueillent un audible fruit Mûri dans la solitude. Gardez-moi de la chanson
Qui tourne au coin de la rue Et de la fille éraillée Qui veut m’appeler sa sœur. Gardez-moi d’un grand amour
Qui trancherait mon courage
Avec un couteau tranquille
Aile aiguisée sur l’azur. Un ami s’en est allé A cheval sur un navire
Au galop vers quel soleil Pas celui de ma fontaine
Trop gris pour lever une aube
A la taille de ses yeux.
Si j’étais morte en rêvant
Rien n’aurait changé de face.
J’avais bien voulu partir
J’ai bien voulu revenir
Revenir à la fontaine
Découvrir la paix prochaine
Où les larmes vont fleurir.
(L’Arbre a Feu : Poemes, Angele Vannier).1950
My skin tingles
My stomach leaps
My mind is restless from no sleep
The heart quickens
Its steps to you
Always out of reach…
No matter how much Gibran I read I still keep coming back. A while ago I flipped through a tear and a smile but I never committed to reading it but when this year was coming to such a unenthusiastic end I thought I needed a little spirituality to pick my mood up again.
This book is filled with stories that center around the human spirit. The corruption of the soul is so easy to treat but as humans we are blind to our own mistakes and doomed to repeat them. Your heart has a empty void that only Gibran can fill you will die a lesser man if you pass the chance to read this book.
Quotes that I loved:
House of fortune
“Share of thy self with the people”
“…the first touch of humanity’s selfishness make criminals of the humble and make killers of the sons of peace; this does the early greed of humanity grow and strike back at humanity a thousand fold…
I am the human heart, prisoner of substance and victim of earthly laws
Only those return to Eternity who on earth seek out Eternity
A poets voice
Humanity raged like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God
You may do unto me whatever you wish but you shall not be able to touch my truth
You may shed my blood and burn my body but you cannot kill or hurt my spirit
…look at the Darkness giving birth to the Sun…
Before the throne of beauty
Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not receive
A lovers Call
…that kiss was introduction to a great sigh, like the Almighty’s breath that turned earth into man…
One day you’ll wash upon my shore
And smile and walk up as if you were here just yesterday
We will go back to where we left off
talking about the early summer rains or
late sun of June
And you’ll say you missed me even though you never really left me.