As a bullied child, people were used to calling me by different names: "ugly", "chubby boy", "useless". I had never paid much attention to these different comments. After all, everyone has the right to share their own thoughts. Since the wind was carrying these words away, I kept ignoring them and growing up accepting to face this obnoxious reality. I remembered it being kind of hard, sometimes, to believe that these judgements were only dust in the air, not facts. My classmates were seeing me standing, always smiling, but they could not distinguish what was hidden behind this facade, given...

*** With a hand raised to the sky, a square of light separates the visible from the real world, from what is not visible from the world of appearances. In that tedious moment, I knew, what original sin has long hidden from us, and understood that life was turning its back on me. To you, to us, and to this daring hatred of man... A hatred that is not misanthropic, but so repressive... Shadow on soul, the waves that for a long time made me one of his famous assailants, today are about to drown a spirit, a childhood dream, a last smile to life. O sweet Auroras, if life has provided you with the...

Hello boys and girls , I am back, and first of all I wanted to apologize myself for this inactivity period. Due to my different engagements in the sport community, associative work ad of course studies, it seems pretty difficult to juggle between interacting with other youth voices and heading upward my current life. Without further talks, take a sit and settle in because my calves and I are about to flow out the pain and wounds lived together, during this athletic life paramount step. Nowadays we are surrounded by aspects affecting our daily life that we don’t necessarily notice. We introduce...

*** A gun to the eye brought a tear to the heart and took the life of my dearest sister. O thou who brought pain to suffice her spleen. If the life was not convenient for you, from the beginning, of your mania you equipped yourself, to return my sun, to me darling, so blackened. A last step towards life? Spread out for a last moment, to breathe this air? Smile at life one last time? My so utopian hope, did not make possible the vision of my fathers. In the media, the charge touched them, one with the other, intent upon misfortune. What seemed to be such a wonderful day was not so wonderful now...

One of the world’s biggest democracies had gone into lockdown on 24 March 2020 because of the rapid spread of COVID 19 pandemic. Currently, India is one of the worst-hit countries in the world with the number of cases rising every day, going up to almost 50,000 cases in a single day. I, myself have been very lucky to be living in Switzerland where the number of cases have been decreasing. Switzerland has been one of the few countries that have had minimal economic and social impact due to the pandemic. However, India, on the other hand, has suffered significant damage with their economic...

*** Far from remorses, from crime, from pain, Take me away, wagon, take me away, frigate, this sentence was familiar to me, a quote among the thorny flowers hurt me, but I didn't care anymore, and life didn't bother me. If before I stood in front of a window, now I was in total darkness. I was as white as Candide and my misdeeds were less, but yet I felt myself near the Styx marshland. When life no longer smiles, joy becomes unimaginable, the outcome was clear. If the shadow over the city was only a shadowy image, then my soul was no longer alive and so for the last time I gave my last breath...

A poster about human rights

Hi everyone, I hope the wonderful creatues that you are are doing great in these special times. First of, I wanted to congratulate every one of you for stepping forward in 2021 and wanted to ask for you to be patient and hold on to this little light at the end of the tunnel. As for today's article, this one will touch a more personnal side of my life but that's worth sharing. Indeed, today I will expose one of my writings surrounding what followed my, what is commonly referred to as "coming out" let's say. (my pronouns are He/him ) Since I was a child, the imagery of a norm surrouding love...

Hey there, I am back. Did you ever hold a diary as a child or even just a secret book? The kind of book where you’d write all of your thoughts and opinions. As a little kid, I grew up loving and appreciating writing. What I loved the most was expressing my points of view and wishes. Coming back home, I found a text dating back to when I was in the 4th grade at school, and I was pretty astonished and blessed to see how my ideas didn’t change that much. I was only 10 years old when I wrote the following text: To the thousand and one black mountains, to the heart of the forests of despair, the...