summer rain

The air grows thick with electric tension,
Dark clouds loom, pregnant with promise.
Distant rumbles, a harbinger of change,
Reverberate through the charged atmosphere.
Sultry breezes caress bare, yearning skin,
Igniting primal desires, raw and sincere.
Suddenly, the heavens unleash their passion -Warm rain cascades, sensual and free
Each droplet a lover's tender caress,
Awakening senses, intoxicatingly.
The earth exhales, quenched by nature's embrace,
As lightning dances, painting the sky ablaze.
Electricity crackles, prickling the flesh,
A symphony of elements, a primal phase.
In this tempestuous, sultry summer storm,
Inhibitions shed, we surrender to the thrill.
Primal instincts ignite, hearts beating as one,
As we lose ourselves to nature's wild will.
This tempestuous beauty, this raw, sensual grace -
A reminder of the magic that lies within.
So let us revel in summer's sultry symphony,
And emerge reborn, our spirits renewed.

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There is a thunderstorm raging outside. The first of the season. And it just makes me feel so. I am sure many people feel the electricity too. Earlier, I stood outside in the rain for a while… It’s weird, maybe. But I really enjoy these rare moments. Weather Systems. I love it.

WORD THIEF (what else?!)

Where are we with WORD THIEF?

Here are the audio pieces accompanying some poems:

Video for The Best Pessimist with pictures I’ve taken myself

Then there is the book itself of course:

What will be next? Another piece spoken by me, or should I try to get another artist to collab?

Thank you for your interest 😊

Lots of love

Spoken poetry

I was thinking about this – spoken poetry, for a long while, but I am pretty self-conscious when it comes to my voice. As you all know, I am not a native English speaker, in fact, it was the fourth language I learnt in school and from listening to music. (My mother tongue is Luxembourgish, after that, I learnt German and French – both in school. Due to my Italian roots, I understand the language but cannot speak it, and Dutch is often easily understandable because of the other languages I know). I have an accent. And I have a lisp. It’s not always pronounced but it is definitely there.

Spoken poetry is different from written poetry. Things that sound good in my head or look good on a page don’t necessarily work as well when spoken out loud. Or so I think.

But, I want to give it a try. And maybe one day, I will tell you an entire story. Who knows?!

But first, listen to Fly, Lady Butterfly. It can be read in the book Word Thief – available on Amazon or on this very site.

What do you think?

More of this? More spoken poetry?

Have a nice day

Here is a SoundCloud link if you prefer that: