• Être un chiffre.

    Être un chiffre.

    Grandes écoles. Élitisme. Un système qui regarde des notes et pas des gens. Ils ne m’ont pas choisie. Parce qu’ils ne savent pas regarder. J’ai eu 16 de moyenne. Pas 17. Et c’est pour cela que certains ont estimé que je n’étais pas assez.Pas assez pour leurs écoles, pas assez pour leurs cases. Pas assez…

Poetry

unfinished

love feels like a sentence
that never finds its period,
a line caught mid-breath,
waiting for an end that never comes.
i think of you as punctuation,
as the pause between heartbeats,
as the dot dot dot
trailing after every promise
we were too afraid to keep.

the poet

i am made of words
the way others are made of skin,
each line a heartbeat,
each verse a prayer i’ve learned to whisper
into empty rooms,
because poetry holds me,
lifts me higher than the ground beneath my feet,
and with every line,
i am reborn.

ghost letters

i write to you
in the language of what-ifs,
in words i’ll never say,
because love is not always spoken aloud,
and sometimes the truest things
live only in silence,
in the spaces between us,
in the shadows of all
that might have been.

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My book

Hey, Stranger

Out on November 24, 2025. Be ready!!

Strangers. Enemies. Fake dating. Friends. Lovers… Wait. He’s a CRIMINAL? It was all a lie? He was an illusion? A stranger since the start?

What a shame. But guess that’s the story. And it certainly doesn’t end like that… How does it even begin?

Preorders will be available soon on Amazon.

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