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Gloomy day here in Ghent. Hope the sun shines brighter where you are...

You whom I love Whom I love as The best part of me You whose love Leaves me unsteady I only dream of being guilty Of your happiness As you are of my weakness To love you every day A little more A little stronger I dream of seeing the sun Rise in your eyes And your gaze saying The desire to have me Closer and closer, Blending into your skin So that our nights Have a taste of…

Writing challenge: Day 3

Tess fell in love that day. It came like a storm sweeping her away in its breath after years of fearing that she might never find the courage to take the leap and fall again. Because you have to fall first to be able to soar and appreciate the new skies that you reach. But her heart had been broken one too many times. By men who treated her like she was disposable. Men who wanted everything from…

I once wrote love poemsI could summon upEmotions that I had not yet feltA burning for somethingYet unreachableI loved love before loving boysI was an eager childAching to loveAnd to be loved When I met youYou were a poemA songThe answer to a cryComing from deep within meYou glowed like nothingI’d seen beforeYour voice was a melodyThat my heart recognisedI felt lucky to giveEven when you…

Here's an imperfect translation of a story that I wrote when I was 14 years old. I remember being so proud of myself for writing it. I don't really know what to think about it now. I wonder what direction the story would have taken had I written it today.

The first time he had seen her, she was singing. It’s strange how a face can hide a voice. He remembered patriotic songs, for the most part. He had sung that too, in his youth. And all those tunes that called for revolt, change and dignity. The songs had moved him, reminding him of his own youth, his first steps in social struggles. The proof that one can do several things at the same time is…

Check out my latest poem:

These people we love But that we cannot reach We feel the love boiling inside Feel that they are somehow a part of us A part of our story But sometimes the words fail us We struggle to meet them Across the gap of time Across the opportunities That made us different Made that our dreams are not theirs That our challenges are their dreams The language we speak Has become…

Check out my new poem published by the Brussels-based female writers collective Hyster-X

A poem by Magdalee Brunache If you can be the type that they can accept You can let them praise you Knowing that their praises come from surprise Surprise at your decency Shock at how well you can pass for one of them Let them clap Welcome the awards Let them raise you to the skies But be aware that the second you falter They’ll be happier to let you fall Avenged, they will strip you…

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Aren’t you happy? To be here among riches To fall asleep knowing that tomorrow You can get just what you crave You can jump on a train And find yourself miles away Get on and off planes Get a coffee Attend a concert Feel the pressure of moving At each coming holiday Because why would you limit yourself When nothing limits you Aren’t you happy of your privileges? Of going round and…