sannie

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[sanniesnotebook]

Just when I thought that I had you back, you vanish between my fingers. As if nothing ever happenned. As if we hadn’t loved each other for months. Exchanging long letters and affection through distance. Sending our love across the world for it to reach the desired destination. You. Your arms. Your warmth. A warmth that seems to dissipate as time consumes itself. Maybe not in this world, but someday we may meet. And when our eyes lock, we will realise the depth of this love.

- sannie

[sanniesnotebook]

Like throwing a bottle to the sea with a cry for help inside,

I send you messages, waiting for responses that never seem to reach the shore

Maybe I have waited long enough for you to come back

Maybe it’s time to move on

-sannie

[sanniesnotebook]

she reminds me of a butterfly,

pretty and admired by all,

yet so fragile

like a butterfly she flies away,

but from herself,

her figure vanishing in the distance

-sannie

[sanniesnotebook]

And if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.

- Farouq Jwaydeh

[sanniesnotebook]

He’s the equilibrium, and the chaos.

He’s a soft guitar tune and the loud laugh in the room. He’s the cold look and the warm hug.

He is, but he doesn’t know yet.

He is, but he needs to discover himself.

[sanniesnotebook]

He is chaos. The kind that you can sense as it comes closer. But he also is the kind of chaos you don’t want to escape from. You feel trapped by its un normal calmness. Because as paradoxical as it may sound, his chaos comes alongside an unusual feeling of quietness. But that is just before it all starts. Once he has began, you will not make him stop. Not until he is miles away, starting yet somewhere far away.

[sanniesnotebook]

Scared of our possibilities

Of the chance of losing it all,

To ruin this for the sake of a whim.

But, won’t we ruin what we have

If we try to distance ourselves

And neglect our own feelings?

It is just a matter of time,

And I now understand

The weight of all those tales and lies.

- sannie

[sanniesnotebook]

I feel you. Every time my gaze crosses yours. Whenever our hands touch each other by accident, or when you intertwine them deliberately. I feel you when I’m laying half-asleep on your bed and my arms embrace your body. When you seat by my side and hug me tightly to smell my scent. As a consequence of our time spent together, I can now feel you.

[sanniesnotebook]

Even in a party, your pearls shine brightly through the crowded room. I find myself staring at the image you offer. Your light flesh along with your salmon colored dress highlight those sapphires of yours. They bring light to the dance room. Where I convert to a new religion. The one dictated by the rythm of your hips and your travelling hands. And I can tell, when you come closer and whisper to my ear, that I’m devoted to this. My gaze unable to focus on anyone else. Because you are more than a mere sculpture, you’re a turntable, a constant theatre play, and a library of knowledge. You’re the shrine I come to every night.

[sanniesnotebook]

Eres mi musa. Y es que con solo verte, las palabras fluyen. La tinta deja tu retrato en el papel. Describe tu pelo castaño con hilos de oro. Los dos mares por donde me pierdo de costumbre. Esas perlas de las que no me cansaré de hablar, pues si las veo, es por tu sonrisa.

Y es que no puedo dejar de alabarte. Lo que tienes tú, para mi es arte.

[sanniesnotebook]

Qu’est-ce que je peux vous dire?

Je n’ai d’autre choix que de vous aimer. Depuis le premier jour, j’ai su que j'appartiens à votre côté. Je ne peux pas masquer ce sentiment qui m'envahit quand mes lèvres sont teintées de votre rouge à lèvres. Je vous aime : ce matin entre les draps ; demain en lisant à la bibliothèque ; mais toujours à côté de moi.

- L. Charce