So many friends in my heart,
I feel the beat.
It’s not that I’m high,
It is real.
Some I never met,
Some I may forget.
They’re all a piece of my soul.
Some I left yesterday,
Some I’ll meet tomorrow.
They’re all shining mirrors.
So many friends on my way,
I will keep running.
It’s not that I escape,
It’s that I’m alive
And share the source of experience
With all my brothers and sisters.

ML (2017)


For Amelia

Once upon a child,
I was awaken by a small voice.
It was 5AM and the voice said:
Papa, papa, it’s light already.
I would have tried to sleep again,
But got suddenly mistaken
For a horse, a pillow, and a trampoline.

One upon a child,
I was walking in the street
And a small voice told me:
I’m tired, I can’t walk anymore…
But she swiftly started running.
Some say truth comes from children’s mouth,
But I doubt there is a dragon in the park
Or a squirrel riding a bike.

Once upon a child,
It was lunch time
And I made spaghetti bolognaise.
Then, a small voice told me:
I don’t like it, I won’t eat it,
I want long pasta
Wiht tomato sauce and meat.

Once upon a child,
Soap bubbles were the entrance
Of a fantastic wonderland
Where you clap and dance,
And spill the bottle on the floor.
Each new word would lead to a new song,
Each new song raising new questions:
Why the sky is blue and fish living in water?
Why do I need to sleep
And why not dance for ever?
Why do you need to work
Instead of playing with me?
Why to make it so complicated?
Just take money from the cash machine!

Once upon a child,
A bookshelf would be a scary monster
Spreading its shadows over the room.
A bed time story would never be enough,
Neither two, nor three…
When all is dark, silent, and you ready to sleep,
You would urgently need to pee, to drink,
To hug and get another story.
I would be tired, expecting the evening,
But I would hug you and stay the time you need.
I love you…

ML (2017)

Inhuman Beings

You may know my brain,
Even better than I do,
But what for, you have no clue.

You may calculate the distance
To stars I’ve never heard about,
But never listened to their hidden truth.

You can remove my heart
And replace it brand new,
But for Love you’re just a clever fool.

Brilliant mind, yes,
That you use to refine ways to torture your brothers,
To misuse your sisters, spy on your friends, kill your neighbors.

Once on this earth,
You realized offer was bigger than demand,
And you knew exactly what to do…

Extend our minds and knowledge?
Rise as a mature species over the edge of a new story?
No, too easy, too cheesy…
Let’s use our brilliant minds to feed new needs and delusions!

Marketing is a perfect use of our genius,
Planting the seeds of violence and deceits
In a world of abundance,
Wiping out the ground of future generations
To sustain the stream of ever growing frustrations,
Depressions, and an extreme taste for destruction.

Eight beings have now more money
Than half of mankind…
Fuck, even the devil is getting tired
Of your bodies missing 21grams of dignity.

You pretend yourselves geniuses,
Philanthropists, specialists, doctors, visionaries…
But I tell you, you’re nothing but vanity,
Knowledge without wisdom, brilliant, …
So brilliant inhuman beings.

ML (2017)

The Gift

Love is given, so let it grow.

Seeds are in your heart,

Water in your eyes.

Ground is in your mind,

Sun is in your soul.

Love can make you blind or wise :

It’s up to you, you are the gardener.

It is the essence of life,

It’s a spring, a blossoming.

Death is a winter promising

To our souls that nothing is vain,

For who can see.

If love is not your driver,

You sleep.

If death is not your only truth,

You lie.

If fear is the root of your pessimism,

You’re dead already.

Wake up !

Life is always waiting for you.

Until you genuinely love each day,

Your path is still long and tricky,

Surprising, miraculous, and worth a try.

Life is about conscious love or blindness :

It’s up to you, it’s your life…

ML (2016)

Tomorrow Now…

Tomorrow will fall eventually
And we will cross the wall happily.
Tomorrow might be in fifty years
And it will fall eventually.
Life is too short to be scared,
Our time has to be sacred.
In our limited lives
We embrace eternity.
We integrate stories and memories
Bigger than us,
Tensions, fights, and decisions
Beyond our understanding.

Tomorrow will fall eventually,
Don’t wait for external guidance.
Illusions and deceits are the ghosts
That haunt weak spirits.
Your kingdom of silence is the host
Of the sacred source.
Life is too long to be inconsistent,
Follow paths that bring you confidence
And humility,
Paths to poetry and simplicity.
See beyond tomorrow
That will fall eventually,
Live within the springs of reality
To heal the wounds of your soul.

We have all we are looking for,
And we shouldn’t stop looking further.

ML (2015)

Take your Time

Take your time and build your thoughts
With the precious stones from your heart.
Be creative and wild, gentle and wise.
Take your time, step by step,
But keep on moving, keep on building.
Or it’s the concrete from others
That will seal your walls
And limit your construction:
Standard methods and materials
Produce standardized results.

Take your time, we want a beautiful city.
Let’s welcome each other
In the uniqueness of our homes.
Be my guest, though I’m still at work.
The wind blows through my walls,
The rain pours in my attic,
But the living room is nice and warm.
It feels cosy, simple, and lively.

Take your time,
Invite me when you feel ready.
Build new doors, open windows,
And renew your foundations.
Look at them, feel them growing.
Your home is alive, never desert it.
Don’t listen to self-proclaimed city planners.
You’ll live better in your incomplete home
Than in the jails handed to you by others.
Even in the midst of the biggest cities,
There will always be small tents, squats,
Unexpected shelters and lively hosts.

Take your time,
The turtle never leaves its home behind.
Remember, it’s your home, your turtle,
You can even make it fly.

ML (2015)

There is no Need

It doesn’t need to leave a big imprint,
It just has to be.
There is love and sea,
Choice and life…
There are chains and wings
Together in the same soul.

It doesn’t need to be seen
To change all that you see.
Never stop at the idea of sin,
Just be true to yourself.
There is consciousness and emptiness
Bound by the same questions.

It doesn’t need to be told
Until you reveal what it says.
There is joy and pain,
Experience of the alter same,
All healing in the light of consciousness:
The burning sun of love.

There is no need for a name
When light penetrates each of your cells.
It doesn’t need to be visible,
It just has to be…
It doesn’t need to be recorded,
It just has to live…
It doesn’t need to be remembered,
Just engraved in eternity.

ML (2014)