Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.
I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.
I bloom where I burn.


Sometimes life is black and white.
Other times life is full of colour.
It is what it is
And we take it as it comes.
Hazy and delusional,
Or clear as day.
Clarity from the demons,
And time to love and play.
Black and white,
Full of colours,
Life is both day and night.
– “Black and White, Full of Colour”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente

Darkness consumes me.
Darkness welcomes me into its sorrowful lair. Holding me there, captive with my thoughts. Crashing together wildly and with no control.
The pain is heavy and hazy.
The weight of everything, everyone and everyword heaped upon my shoulders.
Pain shoots through my whole body, the kind of pain that touches the soul; that tries to weaken the spirit.
My journey is not easy and my mind sometimes is unforgiving.
My bones crack, my muscles ache, my head foggy from lack of sleep. My eyes tired from looking into the abyss of the night. Unable to shut off. Unable to dream a sweet sleep.
– “Insomnia – Lost Sleep” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

To the wind,
To the rain,
The softness of mother nature and her fierceness combined.
The world revolves around the golden sun.
The energies work their way into our being,
Colliding with our soul.
We fear the unkown,
But must take the leap.
Don’t be afraid if it gets too deep.
Change and time and reason are all at play.
To see you through another day.
– “Natures Energy” – Jacqueline Ann Lente