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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

#photo #poetry Dead or alive, who really cares? A corpse can rot in open air. Only the green is important, Tiny grass can be arrogant. You can look down on the dead tree, Forgetting soon it'll be thee.

A nearly dead tree in a autumn-green park. Behind a sky with very little blue in the middle of an ocean of white and grey clouds.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

#poetry #photo Like a reflection on water, every bond is fleeting. I belong to no city, no one. Freedom asks an exorbitant price, and I have never learned to live any other way than paying it.

A calm water mirror reflecting the surrounding buildings.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

#photo #poetry Golden light upon the corn, A quiet sky, a day reborn. Whispers dance where warm winds flow, And sunset paints the fields aglow.

Sunset, blue sky, fire lights, corn field

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

#poetry #Dour Day breaks, or does the night find us first? What matters, the beginning or the end? I fall asleep, I emerge again, in alcohol haze and ecstasy’s mist. Through the bliss of connection, music shakes my body, awakening the soul I thought was dead.

One of the campings in Dour festival 2026, night coming or sun rising ?

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

#poetry Chartres leans into blue, a stone rocket dreaming. I walk beyond maps, where deep space blooms, an LSD whisper without the drug: cathedrals become galaxies, and every star is a door I’ve yet to open.

Low-angle photograph of Chartres Cathedral rising against a vivid cloudly
blue sky, its Gothic spires reaching like a launchpad into deep space.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

#poetry Scorched stem, still a sprout. Cracked heart, soft start. Tears tremble, yet hope hums. From ash to green, From ache to bloom I choose to trust the sun won't steal every spring. I'll dare love again.

A dead plant. Burned by sun. With a tiny green new part.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 23/05/2026

#photo #poetry The only jail’s the dark in your head, cold iron made of fear and regret. Love’s a drunk fight in a backstreet rain, kissin’ bruises, dancin’ with pain. After every broken dream we crawl, still mad enough to love through it all.

Part of a building (windows and walls) viewed through a mettalic store, creating a "jail" effect.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 18/05/2026

#photo #poetry I weave through nights like a lonely spider’s art, Thin silver threads from my aching heart. I crave your touch, your fire above. A fragile soul still starved for love.

A mosaic spider. Mosaic words "Besoin d'" and an heart Meaning "need love".

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 17/05/2026

#photo #poetry My heart rushed headlong into the fight, torn between longing and memory. An angel pulls one end, a soldier the other. Pierced through, it bleeds in silence for the arrow that wounds it is the same that keeps it alive.

Urban art. A red stylised heart, with an arrow in it. On the left a solder, on the right a small angel (cherub), each one holding/pulling the arrow.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

#photo #poetry From dawn where roses blush red to the green night beneath the stars, your fragrance will linger around me soft as memory, endless as the sky.

Urban piece (street art) depicting a young child wearing a medical-style face mask, smelling a rose. In front of them, a tree-shaped rose bush with dark green foliage bears six large red roses.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

#photo #poetry Beneath Montpellier’s pale tree, night drinks the last breath of hope. Each window flickers a dying vigil upon the abyss. Black grows the White Tree, awaiting the fall of its leaves, while silence descends like a raven upon the soul.

Night pic of a building in Montpellier named "L'arbre blanc" (the white tree). Round shape with balconies on many levels/deep creating a strange result.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

#photo #poetry This morning I saw a snail, bright, I snapped a photograph outright. It may sound foolish, dull, or slight, To me it felt like pure delight: The world looked beautiful tonight.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

#photo #poetry Ce matin j’ai vu un escargot, Aussitôt j’ai pris une photo. Cela peut sembler ballot, voire sot, Pour moi c’était plutôt le gros lot, De voir de nouveau le monde beau.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

#photo #streetart In darkness, colors bloom like secret fires. Wine loosens the locked doors of the soul, our chakras spinning wild beneath the night. Tomorrow, dust. Tonight, we drink, we love, and burn beautifully before the dawn.

A wall poster featuring a serene woman with long wavy hair, closed eyes, and large hoop earrings. She is holding a glass of red wine in one hand and a glowing flower in the other. Her dress is half pink floral and half blue. “ZAFFERANO” text on the left side

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

#photo #poetry Gates gape, shadows shape, Steps slip, silence sips. Lights line, lanes lean, Night nibbles, near unseen. Void calls, veils fall, End bends, beginning blends.

An empty alley, a row of streetlights, at night

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

#photo #poetry Gold flicks fast in a fountain’s spray, Blue sky hums as the light slips away. Dark meets glow in a laughing stream, Life runs quick like a shared bright dream.

A fountain made golden by the sunset, light blue sky behind

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

#photo #poetry #polyamory After a year of silence, of absence, of ache, you ask “How are you?” like yesterday lived. What do I do with it? with fear, with need, with you in my veins, and the dreams that haunt what sleep I steal?

Two square wooden pieces (one blue, the other red) with ‘Kifik’ and ‘Kifak’ written on them (‘How are you?’ in Arabic, feminine and masculine forms).

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

#crying Sometime I just can't write a poem. Sometime I just want to sit in the dark and cry. Illustration by Hage (Bernard Hage) in "lorientlejour.com"

A three cases comic strip. In the first one a mother holding a baby, in the second one the baby, in the third one nothng. Each one with a time under (14:48, 14:49, 14:50)

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

#photo #poetry Suspended like a magic stone, Ground above air, proudly alone. Water gone, silence loud and clear, Revealed at last - ta-da! - the spell is here! ✨

A stone, used as an artificial tiny island in an waterless (empty) public park pool. The stone is like floating in the air.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/01/2026

#photo #poetry Down an ancient lane, night mirrors gleam, Red lights whisper a Christmas dream. Who slips inside, gifts wrapped in cheer, Or hands that steal what children fear ? Parents smile wide; the child feels dread, As shadows breathe where angels tread.

A narrow street during Xmas night, with a few xmas lights and a public light giving a yellow ambiance

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

#photo #poetry Past year lies ruined; through a splintered tower, blue Cold stones remember what broke, what we’ve grown From open crown, all futures breathe, unthrown A gentle year arrives, sky wide and true blue

Blue sky between the open walls of a half destroyed medieval tower.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 31/12/2025

#photo #poetry Through winter’s frozen hush the sunlight softly gleams, Above the palms still stand, unbent by icy schemes. Their crowns recall the warmth of summers yet to be, Hope breathes in gilded air, a silent melody.

Upper part of three palm trees. Blue sky and small winter sun.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 30/12/2025

#photo #poetry The sun crowns hills in burning glow Backlit dreams ignite below here A newborn dawn writes what may be Fate rolls dice for you and me now

Sunrise just above a small mountain, wild landscape.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/12/2025

#poetry #photo Glass after glass, the bottles align, From bitter beginnings to fin and to wine. Sip toward forgetting, I wrestle the pain, Chasing soft darkness, courting the drain. I drink for the silence, not joy I can find, A slow-fading war for my soul and my mind.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

#photo #poetry You stand like a snowbound mountain, beautiful, distant, untouchable. Your silence freezes me. I crave your height, curse your cold. I love you in the same breath I learn to hate you.

Mountain half covered with snow. White and gray sky with a lot of light.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 15/12/2025

#photo #poetry Row after row, Day after day, One more hop, One more hope, Through the wall, Follow the rail.

A sort of limiank pic. Inside a train/metro station (connection) with some empty rails, empty docks. All is gray but not sad.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 11/12/2025

#poetry #photo #train On empty rails mine hopes do glide, Where bonds be none and far paths bide; The dawn doth gild the woeful sky, To cloak the ache of days gone by.

A few railway tracks empty of any train, the sky brightening in the distance with the rising sun

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

#photo #poetry In the forsaken garden’s sighing air, Vines whisper loss in tangled prayer. Is the house empty, love fled far away, Or does winter’s hush, soft silver-gray, Veil the little grass plot where warm lights stay?

An empty and abandonned garden.
Some stuff (trash bin, chair and so) lay on the ground.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

#photo #humor A she-friend of mine has it on her fridge.

Picture of a fridge magnet with the text « blondes have more fun but brunettes remember it the next day »

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

#photo #poésie Silence de la blancheur comme l'esprit noir de la solitude. Entouré de milliers de flocons, la chaleur de leur froide présence me rassure sur ma futilité.

Paysage enneigé, le rose du ciel à l'horizon comme seule marque de différence entre les nuages et le sol.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

#photo #poetry Pink sky over endless white. In the hush my solitude grows dark. Yet among a thousand drifting flakes, their cold touch warms me. Reminding me my smallness still belongs to this silent world.

Landscape under the snow. The sky is turning pink, the only difference between the white clouds and the snow-covered ground.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

#photo Nothin' to add, nothin' to write. Just go if you can. My heart was like a mad-dog, Each photo called a feeling.

Simple display for a photo exhibition about Lebanon in "Institut du Monde Arabe", Paris.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 30/11/2025

#photo #hope And suddenly, hope. Amid conflict, hunger, anger, and blind prejudice, a tiny sign, four simple shapes, glows like a promise. Perhaps eyes will open, and hearts will follow

Restroom sign with stylized silhouettes: a man, a woman, a baby, and a non-binary person

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

#photo #poetry A bridge between worlds, Nature’s breath in dry grasses, Metal’s pulse in glass and steel. Beneath the water, drowning, Above, a distant sky calls. To write, to wait, To feel time slip by, Where the past and future meet, And nothing remains but the pause, Before the end.

Water feature around the Cité des Sciences in Paris, dry grasses and plants on the right, metal and glass of a building on the left, metal walkways between the two.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 25/11/2025

#poetry #photo #Paris In the Geode’s glow where visions lie, Which side of mirrors tells the why? Step through the threshold, drift and fall, Lose your essence to my call Reflections twist, truths multiply.

he Géode at the Cité des Sciences et de l’Industrie in Paris. Like a giant disco ball reflecting the visitors, the landscape, and the sky.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

#photo #poetry Side by side they fell, a feather and a brittle leaf, autumn’s quiet spell. All things sink to ease the grief, resting through the winter’s breath, waiting for spring to rise from death.

A leaf (dry and beige) and a feather side by side by pure random luck. Stone floor.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 13/11/2025

#photo #poetry A fallen trunk, where paths entwine, A dirt road curves, a fleeting sign. To some, it's just a place to roam, To others, the heart of nature's home. Perspective shapes what we behold. A simple view, but stories told. All depends on how we unfold.

View of a fallen tree trunk, a dirt path on the left, with trees in the background

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

#poetry #photo Lost in the endless mire, where wild green swallows light, I cling to dreams of solid ground, a promise just out of sight. Even the deepest swamp will fade when dawn recalls the fight.

Branches over a ditch full of water, with hanging grass, giving the illusion of a swamp

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 10/11/2025

#poetry #photo Torn heart, split by storm and sorrow, yet from the wound, soft green will borrow a place to grow, to start anew; life whispers, I am not through.

The lower part of a tree trunk still in the ground. The wood shows marks of having been broken by the storm. The light color of the cut surface indicates that the tree was alive.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 04/11/2025

#photo #poetry Through glass the world contorts, A twisted sky grey-white and cold. Autumn leaves oblivious to fate, Yellow in death yet still they wait. Raindrops fall a chill on skin, But warmth remains where love begins The memory of your touch, so near, Lips that linger still soft and clear.

The bell tower of the former Hôtel-Dieu hospital in Lyon (France). Framed in a cut-out, with a tree branch bearing autumn-colored leaves, and in the foreground, a close-up of an artwork made from a translucent glass disk."

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 02/11/2025

#photo #poetry A ball becomes a face its grin, an echo of Halloween. Colors twist, birthing chaos: the fingerprint of an Elder One. From madness blooms creation, from ruin, radiant art horrible, holy, and alive.

Photo of a painting by Josèfa Ntjam, done in a street-art style, featuring colors and shapes that evoke various subjects — a tentacle, a ball, a face, reflections...

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

#poetry #photo (Photo mine, from Josèfa Ntjam exhibition) A woman in violet, pink’s embrace, Beneath deep blue, she finds her space. No crown, no proof, her strength alone, Love unwavering, her essence shown. Her blaze shines bright, without permission, Determined, free, her own volition.

A stylized female silhouette statue, with a gradient from purple (at the bottom) to pink (at the top), on a deep blue background

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 27/10/2025

#poetry #photo (Photo mine, from Josèfa Ntjam exhibition, IAC Villeurbanne) Blue folds of sea and sky entwine, voyages mirrored, time adrift. A raft beneath the endless dome, a vessel before the rising lift. Stone dreams sail the cobalt air, sculptures whisper: we were there.

Five strange, haunting sculptures stand against an intense blue backdrop. The display base, the floor, and the walls are all painted in that same deep blue hue.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

#photo #poetry #polyamory Light bends, truth blurs, black and beige entwine. Past shadows, future gleams, one fades, one dreams. In gentle unknowing, we stay. Hearts divided, yet whole in the weave of many loves.

Close-up on two legs in tights. The angle of the light, the position, and the tension of the fabric give the impression of two legs dressed in different colors — one black, one beige.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

#photo #poetry Beneath moon’s glow, wolves cry and run, called by scent, by fear, by one. Your scent unchains the beast in me, tamed, yet wild, never free. I flee to live, I roam to hide, yet crave the pull I can't deny. To lose you, or be lost in you.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

#photo #poetry Heads or tails, truth or lie, even love wears a mirrored disguise. Sky above, water below, each a perfect echo. I wait for one thing only : to meet your ghost on the other side, and drown in your unreal arms, for just a while.

Trees, some of them with autumnal colors, and clouds, with their reflection in perfectly still water.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

#photo #poetry A break in the brush, a flicker blue and white, The river holds the sky, or is it the other way ? Clouds drift both above and below. Which is truth, and which a play ? Love, a beam of fading light, Gone with the fall of night.

Cloudy sky, with relfection in the river (La Seine), through a hole in the trees and bushes.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

#photo #poetry Beneath still water, clouds dissolve shades of pain in silver swirls. I stare too long, become the blur, lost in the hush where echoes curl. Hope once shimmered, now it drowns, a ghost adrift in mirrored frowns.

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Ethariel @ethariel-shadow.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

#photo #poetry On which side of the gate do you stand Freedom's shore or the secure land? The river flows but so does doubt A prison built from thoughts laid out. Is it the bars that keep you near, Or the chains of fear crystal clear Across the Seine the trees may sway But do you walk or just stay?

iew of the Seine, a rounded gate to block access to a dock is visible on the right side of the photo. A few houses and trees are on the opposite bank.

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