Four minutes left to live

By Frédéric G. M. | August 2, 2019

One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

Burning Love

By Frédéric G. M. | June 18, 2019

(For Alexandra)

Fire under the ashes.
The wind blows.
The sea roars.

I love an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island loves me.

Silence speaks louder,
my heart beats faster,
my soul flies higher.

I burn for an Island.
Maybe I should say
an Island burns me.

By Frédéric G. M. | January 17, 2019

lava scree
dragon-tree

wall mural
red coral

sienna powder
pumice sand

birds and boats
winds and wings

and the Sun
and the Stars

I’m the child
from Nowhere

I love you
Motherland

my home is
Elsewhere

By Frédéric G. M. | August 29, 2017

Birds did not mistake about it,
You are the place
where the sky was born,
where everything ends
and begins in fire.

Wind. Breath. Spirit.
La Isla de Fuego,
homeland of elements
black dream in the blue
white church by the sea.

Strangers at sunset,
how could we resist Your charms?
Old man in Your arms,
how could I be
not ready to die?