Sarah Lombart

  • 37 - 26 = 11

    37 – 26 = 11
    Thirty seven…
    Twenty six…
    Eleven years between us…
    The oldest…me
    The youngest…you,
    And it’s like a deep ocean
    Like a cruel desert
    Like a high mountain…
    I teached you…

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  • Once again...

    Salty tears,
    Bite my eyes, my cheeks,
    Roll to my lips,
    My tongue,
    Tasting the bitterness of missing you,
    I die once again,
    In my cold fogs,
    While you slowly breathe the tepid and perfumed air …

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  • M...

    On My lips,
    You droppped thousands kisses,
    On My skin,
    You drew thousands interlacings…
    My M,
    My so far away man,
    I’d like to eat the honey of your smile…over there,
    Just at the joint of yo…

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  • To the last drop...

    I’ll drink the gall of my sorrow
    To the last drop,
    I’ll feel the acid of my regrets
    To my heart,
    I’ll taste the bitterness of your absence
    Until madness,
    I’ll bite into my pain
    Until it …

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  • Insomnia...

    When I wake up out of breath,
    When I know that I dreamed,
    In a loud voice,
    The heart first,
    Opened,
    Offered,
    Without protecting it…
    When the words are stupid,
    When they push me down, …

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  • No more...

    No more tears,
    No more sorrows,
    No more pain,
    No more shouts,
    No more sadness,
    No more dreams,
    No more pleasure,
    No more desire,
    No more calls,
    No more mails,
    No more letters,
    No more smile…

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  • Offering...

    Offer to My submissive slave…
    Tons of desires,
    Torrents of pleasures,
    Forbidden,
    Which will make him vibrate,
    Beg,
    See him kneeling down,
    In front of Me,
    For Me,
    And letting him do …

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  • Foreplay...

    Twins or brothers
    In pain,
    Falling together
    With your chains,
    Under My feet,
    Under My sweet
    Perversity…
    Tattoo on my shoulder,
    Skin, sweat, leather,
    Black,
    My whip,
    Black,
    Our trip
    Thro…

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  • Voice...

    The stamp of your voice feeds in magnificent way My imagination…it gives Me envy to bite into the tepid skin of your neck, taste on My tongue your flavor and your sweat, to feel your mouth settling …

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  • Violine...

    I am an ink drop,
    Violine …
    And a little part of Me dilutes,
    Every time,
    In your perfect transparency.
    I color what I touch,
    Of My fury, I paint you,
    Of My envy, I dye you,
    Of My conf…

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  • Emotion...

    Men like being reflected in shady mirrors…
    Emotion…those who impose to you, in a second, the silence…
    Silence…these breaths between two groans…
    Groans…divine emotions which put you nake…

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  • My subdued...

    This gargantuan appetite which floods Me, spreads a sweet heat which gives rhythm to the seconds which pass… Have the desire on the surface of My skin, knowing that I shall find on yours a vibrating…

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  • I...

    Through the winter fogs,
    Through the blue mists,
    Someone said to me
    Never be frightened
    Never stop your dreams…
    Through all my memories
    Through all my sorrows
    Someone said be yourself
    Never …

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  • What dries doesn't rot...

    Small dried flowers,
    Without water, without sap,
    Washed-out colors,
    Altered, past flavors,
    Fall in dust under fingers,
    Leave a sweet and melancholic scent,
    Bound by a thread,
    Attached as …

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  • Let nobody...

    Let nobody guess of what you think,
    Let nobody cross this invisible border,
    Let nobody hear your desires,
    Let nobody guide your choices,
    Let nobody flood you with criticism,
    Let nobody think…

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  • When thunderstorm...

    When come to the surface
    The horror and the fear,
    When explode old pains,
    When a word, a sentence,
    Dive you back into your “Other”,
    Other, the one that I was,
    One who closed her eyes,
    Squee…

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  • From pier...to dreams...

    It seems to me
    That rain is colder
    Nights are longer
    Roads, more slippery
    Forests…darker …

    The brambles of bitter regrets
    Hang on to shreds of my life,
    But I still graze
    My ankles,

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  • Story of love...

    If there were only weak petals
    Discolored by the rain,
    Creased by the wind,
    Then, I would have forgotten
    The daytime of magnificence,
    Of pride
    Of color,
    Those who made the walker stop

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  • Strength...

    Melancholy,
    Time suspended
    When the noise fades
    That the silence is made,
    What leaves a track
    Cannot be undone.
    I breathed the garden,
    Looked for my double
    Between the shadows
    Left by trees, …

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  • Equation...

    On the equation of my life,
    It remains something unknown …
    One gave me yet
    The value of x,
    This stupor called time …
    I was well “balanced”,
    As a sign “equal” on each side,
    What was love
    An…

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