Day 12: My Interpretation of the song "la terre vue du ciel" - Armand Amar:

I am fragile in a way that nobody understands

I was born dead

Couldn't feel

People avoided me because of the void in my eyes

Loneliness was my life

One day I opened the door, found a box layin' on the ground

It said "angle" on it

I opened it

It contained splinter of heaven

As I composed them they became the pieces of my heart

That was the moment I realized how much a heart beat can change

Thenceforward the world showed off to me in a way that is often refused

I can see true beauty in the pure essence of life

The line between my senses blurs

When the art of expression touches my heart

And makes me feel like flying

And for some reason I feel

Like this beauty lasts forever in this world and can't be destroyed

But then

One wrong word or one wrong glance

And the pieces fall apart

Again

They spread in my whole body

And create a pain beyond life and death

That takes away my breath

And is impossible to take

Nobody knows

How much effort I put into putting the pieces back together

When it takes only one word to shatter

And all I ask myself:

Is the heart of an angle

Which makes me see the world

through eyes filled with heaven-like benignity

A blessing or a curse?