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My name is Aurélie Asseo, I was born on 22/2/1988


I was born  ,grew up ,and currently live in Geneva.Switzerland.

I am physically handicapped .This ,due to my extreme premature birth ,at five months, which unfortunately triggered a cerebral hemorrhage and  the loss  of my twin sister who passed away  aged a week old only.     As a result, I could not walk when I was a toddler nor even stand .  It was said to my family at the time that  I  could never succeed in walking nor  in writing. However with a lot of support and fighting spirit   I  finally started walking   at the age of 8, after I had  major interventions on my legs, including a crucial one I had in the US  in  the Newington children's hospital, Massachusetts , (now Hartford’s) where we travelled twice    back in 1995.  I could then enter ordinary school  after time spent in a institution for handicapped children . I studied letters for some time . English and French class, in Geneva University for a year  afer I obtained my baccalaureat in a French lycee in Geneva in July 2009 .    

As a  Swiss citizen, I was raised in a open cultural melting pot with an atheist Jewish father  and a mother    who has both Swiss and  Iranian Muslim roots. 

and a British step- grandfather Douglas  I  adore, a soulful teacher 

  

My father is a wood carver and carves stuningly beautiful statues out of woods and my mother helps him crafting his art.

I regularly attend teacher training   course in Geneva 's workers colleges where I teach migrants, I am also learning Russian. I have been writing for  years on poetry and writing networks,indeed   I  started in 2007. I find my  inspiration in emotions I feel related to the search for reciprocated and  intimate  love,(I am attracted by both sexes, I consider love stories  to be not  a matter of gender, race, or colour .  ) I am interested in folk tales , classical music. And I have inspiration based my own life experience or at least what I feel about my life. I have many interests related to music and literature. Amongst many things I  love  listening  to Rachmaninoff 's etudes tableaux. I'm really interested by the Russian tale of the Firebird I  am fond of  Oriental and Celtic music and shoegaze  british pop and post punk pop as well as Greek new wave cinema and Greek modern writers.I  really appreciate reading Virginia  Woolf W.B Yeats.Maya Angelou and many others  I am also politically activecompletely in the left wing with green and social ideas.

July 2011

May the 30 th 2019

My name is Aurélie Asseo, and I was born on 22/2/1988 in Geneva, Switzerland. My life journey has been marked by challenges since my extremely premature birth at five months, which led to a cerebral hemorrhage and the tragic loss of my twin sister at just a week old. As a result, I faced the daunting prospect of never walking or writing, as was initially predicted by medical professionals. However, with unwavering support and a determined spirit, I defied the odds and began walking at the age of 8, following significant leg interventions, including a crucial surgery at the Newington Children's Hospital in Massachusetts, USA, where we traveled twice in 1995. After spending time in an institution for handicapped children, I eventually transitioned to mainstream education and pursued studies in letters, including English and French classes at the University of Geneva. Despite the initial prognosis, I obtained my baccalaureate from a French lycee in Geneva in July 2009. As a Swiss citizen, my upbringing reflects an open cultural melting pot, with an atheist Jewish father and a mother with Swiss and Iranian Muslim roots. I hold a deep affection for my British step-grandfather, Douglas, who is a soulful teacher. My father, a skilled wood carver, creates stunning statues from wood, and my mother actively supports him in crafting his art. In addition to my academic pursuits, I engage in teacher training courses at Geneva's workers colleges, where I teach migrants, and I am currently learning Russian. My passion for writing emerged in 2007, and I have been contributing to poetry and writing networks ever since. My creative inspiration is drawn from the emotional landscape surrounding the quest for reciprocated and intimate love, transcending gender, race, or color preferences. I find particular interest in folk tales, classical music, and the Russian tale of the Firebird. My eclectic musical taste includes Oriental and Celtic music, shoegaze British pop, and post-punk pop. I am an enthusiast of Greek new wave cinema and contemporary Greek writers. My literary influences range from Virginia Woolf and W.B. Yeats to Maya Angelou and various others. Beyond my artistic pursuits, I am politically active, aligning myself completely with left-wing ideologies that incorporate green and social ideals. My multifaceted interests reflect a life rich in experiences, resilience, and a dedication to creativity and social justice.

Blue poems and Scarlet Verse

Blue poems and Scarlet Verse

 part 1( years 2009 to 2012) 

Silent Plain    I wrote this  inspired at the sight of Alexandra   Snow softly spins through skies; Ochre silhouette of a dancing dawn. Serene plain, souls lost in time; Loving winter gave its still heart. Eagles ' silky feathers swirl and play with wild and pristine days. The Dark Moon  flower   inspired at the sight of  Alexandra A thick night coats the sky, A star larks around the moon. Trees are chillsome and bereft; Reeling through dusk and marbled light. Tears, salt ,bittersweet limes; So opens the dark moon flower. Beauty heals all scars, At the dark moonflower; I will look closer. Gloom always fades and dies. Watch the dark moon flower; Gloom always lies. Beauty heals.   inspired  at the sight of Alexandra  Unraveled is the sky where play these lights; A star anchoring dreams through inky nights, Love paints the hues of a warm reverie; From fading twilight to fresh morning dew. Comes the gentle breeze of spring, Shawling my heart and skin. The scent of early blooms; Weaves in grass sleeping still. Into this renewed garden, Under the eye of the first star of spring; Are laid  my thoughts of you. Folly of a Butterfly  I wrote this after I saw a dancer of  an Irish female tape dancer in a show named "Rythme of the dance "in  Geneva I don't know her name. Swinging satin streams; Purple shimmers shawled the day. Tinged wings waltzing in a folly; Waltzing through red and flaxen rise, Folly of a soul on fire. Autumn  inspired at  the sight of Alexandra Gorbounova  too briefly in class in the university park or at breaks in a cafe or for too short a homework tutoring, if only  she would have stayed with me. Rainy pearls fade in the vehement crowd; Like light ivory haze. All sounds swing and hush. I see the world and its hundred hues; Hundred leaves dancing in their autumn gowns. As the October sunlight swiftly beams , My steps swing and hush; You are beauty and its hundred hues; Hundred words dance in my enthralled heart Indigo Eyes           At the sight of a new picture Emma  posted on Facebook Indigo gems gently gazing;        Sea eyes caressed by daylight, Where is your soul sailing? Lead me to your shore; Just for a day. I am lost in dreams; As the horizon glows; I see your eyes, so indigo. Love-lorn    At the sight of Sophie K. The light is lovesick, the light is mad, As it plays only for your eyes; Through ethereal dawns it sighs. Waters wrapped all skies and stars, For streams to shape your smile. As waves dance with lunar hazes; my heart languishes with the love-lorn tide. The Boat At the sight of Sophie K. A blown boat left the sand. Weaving, weaving its way to infinity, Seeking the spirit of the sea. Led by blooming diamonds: The boat follows silver fishes, To the spirit of the sea. But they vanish as dew. A blown boat left the sand Weaving, weaving its way to infinity , Seeking the spirit of the sea. Led by indigo winds: The boat follows marbled shells, To the spirit of the sea. But they drown as stones. And once, the waves whispered The sea soul never vanished, But was underwater holding the boat with grace. A blown boat left the sand. Weaved, weaved its way to infinity, And found the spirit of the sea. . The WaterRose   Me again with Alexandra G. on  my mind Lazy lights loafing in dreams, This crystal skin I would embrace, A tumbling river easing at night; An arch-shaped wave amongst rocks twirls. This water rose of pastel sighs In its petals I would enlace her, Endlessly. And pray for the new morning, Never to break. Southern Strand of Time inspired by the view from my house in Spain Waves faded away They left savour of salt and its memories, stiring my soul again The innocent days and the bougainvillea smile, The wild warming sun which never seems to die Well, I am here again, in this southern strand of time The earliest prints vanished with the tide. But magic found a new breath, Words and ink, softly sore, Like lemons and piquant wine. Pine trees embrace the sea, I hear music in the twilight Tales of boats and sailors, Of this enamoured maid cheated by the night. Music which never seems to die Like this southern strand of time A crimson Thought  inspired by a reading of virgil A sweet shadow awakened me from the unknown; I am seeking a magical soil again. Carried away between dreams and earth, Words play in a path where thinkers go. By stepping like a ghost through the doorway, Looking at flutists and lovers' vows, I will quit my sore days to stroll Where a strawberry tree grows And  where soft crimson winds blow. Rain poem 2007 -2019 (Last edited)  Me again with Alexandra G. on my mind Glass- coloured rain is  pouring And opens my mind to dreams. Glass -coloured rain is pouring , And twirls my soul so it takes liking to fly . I only see tinges ; The tinges that shape you. On a stormy day of thoughts, A velvet kiss, I will steal from your lips. I will be laughing about myself; Fragile ingenue Laughing for litheness Litheness of heart, I feel only love, In this restless melody restless as my love for you  Me again with Alexandra  G. on  my mind Flying I am lifted by etheral lights of ice. Stellar streams shine like silky mirrors. I am swimming in the ebony sea. Whirlwinds curve like a ring, Like endless carousels. Where is time? Is this a neverending dream? Dimensions are opened, The world is far away, Beneath me. Sunrise SerenadeAt the sight of Sophie K. 2008- 2020 (last edited) Sighs of an early morning serenade, Awake my mind to life’s shade. If  sapience healed dim streams, Gloom fainted from my dreams. Sunlight is slowly dancing, Twisting in the saffron-coloured dawn, Like my enamored heart. At the sight of Sophie K. Silky Night The sea fought  its sore mind, So has no tears to weep nor dried. And with the moon which softens and unwinds, You made a tide sweet as honey and wine. I fell asleep on soil of a silky star, where my words of love echoed from afar. At the sight of Sophie K. Oxygen Dozens of tossed dreams play; In crystal waves of the spirit . Muses, shaped in this slumber With endless arabesques. Amongst a shaded sun Of my rested soul It is only you I see  My heart is  ethereal wind ; You are its oxygen The musing Glade  I am afraid of unrequited love . Misty glade melodiously muses, Rings of yielding water wheel. For fine paths sham all rovers; In this musing glade I am lost. I seek this heart through wounded time, Like a restless lenanshee. I seek my soul through wounded time, My soul only whole

Too still is the sea I fall in love for a male best friend who does not share that emotion

Turquoise heart lies silent now Your wavy beats play under my fingers, Shawled by shaded kisses. The sun wakes from endless slumbers, How clement  are the spirits at sea ;   .  And your shimmering star named horizon Which hails you today. Mermaids are mirages my love, do not go. part II ( we are now in 2014)   Twisting cobblestone I hang out with a  man I start aprehending as a fellon after I past  flash a crush on a neighbour's boyfriend for two hours  who is 60 and named Georges and Greek. My life is a twisting cobblestone, is it quick sand, lost or held in my hands?  It goes on, like the everlasting fresh foam of spiral waves at sea, Through fears of a lethal spell the Heavens put on me ;for loving you so fast. I tasted your lips , the shapes of your body, searched your soul, encountered your spirit. I now wonder as your mind displays  blue realms  in a navy sky too vast ; If you'd be a murderer, a gambler , through  passion   and silent words. My heart cries out "no", as do the images on my mind , And  my loving eyes want you more and more and more. My life is a twisting cobblestone, is it quick sand, lost or held in my hands? Fears of  lethal breath in you , blood flows on, like the everlasting whip of spiral waves through lungs My heart cries out "no" , as do the images on my mind , And  my loving eyes want you more and more and more.

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 Janurary the 15th 2016   / last edited March 2020                                                                                                                 

china ink   afraid of unrequited love China ink  As a young maiden I would welcome slippery butterflies on the palm of my hands,their wings were china ink. These days I would shed childlike tears, so many foolish sobbing streams- Were they so foolish ? Were they so foolish when I heard butterflies ' hearts beating around my finger and under my skin singing to the young woman whom I became that no lethal bane nor any disguise were    existing for me? I hoped the night lied when it displayed heavy thunder gigs quieting me through painful dread when the true skin of my soul bled- I thus understood life was    made of paradoxes when this same night I dreamt the dream of a whirling butterfly in a garden where any ray of   sunlight would almost leaving you blind .By showing truth of love in each human soul what  a true show  for mankind!  Especially  if  a seeing glass  only show images of hope- extra January 24, 200 Soft storm   At the sight of Sophie k. I shape my way with ink from the black of night. I shape my way by  a sun awaking the  early dawns. I feel thunder watering my heart with its  rain. My soul is bare now, bare and whole. Surrounded by  late time shaded, Some words unspoken, I let them fly. Shyness broken I let it die. I love you in a soft storm January 24 2009 March 2019 0ctober 9, 2008 for Sophie Klashtorina The entralled birch wood On a snowy road shaped by iced stones Is an enthralled birch wood. In its bark slips each drop of time, For graceful instants of love , Graceful instants of life . On a snowy road shaped by iced stones Is an enthralled birch wood. In its bark slips each drop of time , For blossoms of light, Blossoms of flames. On a snowy road shaped by iced stones Is an enthralled birch wood. In its bark slips each drop of time, For graceful instants of love , Graceful instants of life A bird For Sophie Klashtorina A fair bird painted by sunlight gleam Flew across foaming water Its wings were gold dust; Real firefly strands. It intrigued my mind and soul So that I remembered; Birds are eternal ramblers, Creating their blue path, Through a vast wise sky. Magical was the spell of my dazzling friend When through the beam of its feathers and eyes I saw the universe. From high above kingdoms to heated shores. From iced castles to honey coloured daffodils It was like a wide dreamy walk. Awakened by the downing day I realized I slept. I thought the bird was far away . Suddenly I saw its shadow on a tiny branch And could not deny my gratitude So that I remembered; Birds are eternal ramblers, Creating their blue path, Through a vast wise sky. October9 2008 Ballet in a heart for Joanna O'Rourke The light of your skin, Softening silver sand To my heart has flown. Shame changed into stillness, The flaxen fire dances. The third autumn, A tinged arrow’s birthday. Wavy flames crackle; Painting shoes ballet sound. Shadows in motion, Through euphoria . So my soul beats fly . Face with fair beams. Eyes of green rain. You, with a blue earth scarf. My soul beats fly for you flowering Ink Stars Road October 2010 /March 2019 This horse free by broken bridle Runs away on Ink Stars Road, Where earth is a shadow and light mix. Where we could gather endlessly. "A sheaf of love for you " This horse free by broken bridle, Runs away on Ink Stars Road Where earth is a shadow and light mix. Where grows endlessly a sheaf of love for you. Earth is a shadow and light mix. Where one gathers endlessly "Another sheaf of love for you" This horse free by broken bridle, Runs away on Ink Stars Road Where earth is a shadow and light mix. Where grows endlessly a Sheaf of love for you . Scarlett rosesAt the sight of Sophie k. Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  Inside this heart and soul.  Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  Setting each beat on fire.  Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  Inside this heart and soul,  Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  As a restless white tiger.  Scarlett roses do not faint,  Lightening more and more,  This heart and soul.  Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  Inside this heart and soul.  Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,  Setting each beat on fire.  0ctober 9, 2008 The entralled birchwood At the sight of Sophie k.

Dust and Silver ( summer 2017) 

Vincent A.  on my mind

Wheeling air and water and light now glisten by a wishing- tree dressing late summer magic in white and green. I play with this fairy - like strand of dust and silver- flowers. voices echoing like the bright water in a fountain where rest swans of stone so black. Dreams - a stair to the sun,to lemons bitter and lavenders, bougainvillea and cherry blossoms - whatsoever I see in  my dreams. I gaze at creamy Italian walls where I play with my curls and embroideries, my lips red and shadows entwine with some  brows and  eyes.Dark lips round, hair black. Tall are the shadows when they are not sweet and tender- I wait for the storm- in a strange and acid weather sweating hot. - Tall are the shadows are they always sweet and tender ? are they sticky ? And when comes the thunder I wonder if this  love will be reached in the realm of dreams. . Alexandra G. on my mind                                     Worth                      01/11/2020 A song :   I see wheaty meadows and your eyes, tinges of blue and grey. Golden hair, locks and a compassionate smile, rosebud lips, I want a kiss. Why  do I have to endure so much pain? Is it  because I asked for a kiss of yours,  or  a truthful  look, a gaze I  saw in you sometimes?    I dreamt of holding your breast, your waist and tickle your lace, I dreamt of love making and  of our sighs.  I would like to grab your hands and have a stroll but I am lonely and yearning, bursting into tears  without you I am still  longing for you and yearning again.      I see yourself and  I see a boat on  a beautiful coastal sea ; Waters bright and foamy,  A difference with your native Russia ?   And I feel  too the  sun reigning in his sky  And the light  that sparkles so white ,like rainfall ghosted by.  Trees are high and green like spinning heads;.      I do not want no castles, Only stepping stones to  your heart ; as so to walk with you on cobbled ground. I would have given you ice-creams  ,  A Ghotic stairway  and  a milion flowerbeds,  Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,  the sky is  always wonderful and we will capture thunder through  a million ways  We will shelter in an inn,   And through   these shades and darker hues which remind me of you    And your eyes   through cobalt ; We will watch the sky until night. I am  a lonesome heart and I miss your grin  I have playful lines but I miss your puns I was beautiful then he took something away. I was in the pink but somehow I turned to grey     I miss sweety scents , a ring and a pretty wedding day. Dream it all as true or as forbearing ghosts ,I don't mind I want to fly.                      I'd see you here and for real without questioning  our visions and our secrets. I miss your loving  and smile , your voice  and holding you tight , I dreamt of happy days and then I had to cry. I would like to grab your hands and have a stroll but I am lonely and yearning, bursting into tears  without you I am again  longing for you  And yearning alone.   I see you smile  and  I see my life on  a beautiful marshy shore white and rainy; And with the days and dust  thus shifting so fast  like sea salt waving. Lanes are soft and wide come play with me .    I do no want no diamonds Only stepping stones to  your heart  as so to walk with you on cobbled ground I would have given you stoneware  ,  for Ghotic stairways  and  a milion dreaming days,  Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,  the sky is  always wonderful and we will capture thunder through  a million ways  We will shelter in an inn,   And through   these shades and darker hues which remind me of you    And your eyes ,  through cobalt ; We will watch the sky until night.   I am  a lonesome heart and I miss your grin  I have playful lines but I miss your puns I was beautiful then he took something away. I was in the pink but somehow I turned to grey  Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,  the sky is  always wonderful and we will capture thunder through a a million ways  We will shelter in an inn,   And through   these shades and darker hues which remind me of you    And your eyes ;  through cobalt ; We will watch the sky until night     2022 I revised my poetic prose "worth "I named "rosebud" finally. As I already mentionned I am a bisexual woman, so this was written for another young woman Alexandra  I see wheat meadows and your eyes, peeps of blue and grey. Locks of golden hair and a compassionate smile, rosebud lips. Rosebud, I want a kiss. Please do not scorn me as I glimpsed you through the hall and in my garden too. I would have kissed you near my rose wall made of roughcast and kissed all the lights of you. I dreamt of holding your waist and tickle your lace and all in a day you would have taken all my breath away and everywhere. I dreamt of holding your waist and tickle your lace and all in a day you would have taken all my breath away and everywhere.  While making love we could have been as one with our promises and sighs. I wanted to grasp your hands and me wanting such strolls why to have you left me so lonely? I am tired of all the yearning and bursting into tears. I set foot on the Adriatic only to envision you again, a few steps from a boat alongshore. This is only a dream, the vision of a friend of mine I was in love with, you are this friend young woman So there are you and a boat. And the coastal sea where waters are all bright and are all foamy. And I take a glimpse of the sun which is reigning in the sky. These are beautiful days and places. A difference with your native Russia, where such lovely days are met too? And with so many rays of light that sparkle dressed in pure white,all look like rainfall ghosting And trees are high and green like spinning heads I do not want no castles even if the latter look as if fairies were hidden through the shingle walls and bricks  I do not want no castles, only steppingstones toward your heart., a walk with you on cobbled ground. I would have given you ice-creams, a gothic stairway and a million flowerbeds, Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother, the sky is always bewitching, and we will capture thunder which has million ways to go for a dance. We will shelter in an inn. And with your eyes, grey and blue and a foot set on cobalt. We will have watched the sky until night. You left me way too early and now I am a lonesome heart and still I am missing your grin I have playful lines, but I miss your puns. I met a man, I was beautiful then. And lovingly,he took something away. I was in the pink but somehow, I turned to grey. I miss sweety scents, a ring and a pretty wedding day. Dream it all as true or as forbearing ghosts, I don't mind I want to fly high, my lovely lady I would see you for real without questioning any visions I had for both of us nor the love I have been feeling which I could not speak to you of yet.  I miss your loving and I would do anything for a bit of your smile and your voice and holding you tight.I dreamt of happy days. Why am I left to cry? Sometimes I still see you smile on a beautiful marshy shore swirling in pure gemming rain. And with the days and dust thus shifting so fast like sea salt tumbling on waves. In some lanes that are soft and wide I would have asked you to come and play with me. I do not want no diamonds. Only stepping stones toward your heart I wish to have ,to walk with you on cobbled ground, I would have given you stoneware, gothic stairways and a million dreamy days, Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother, the sky is always wonderful, and we will capture thunder that goes for a dance in million ways. We will shelter in an inn. And through the shades , the darker hues, this night sky which reminds me of you. I will look into your eyes as if I had strolled into an endless stargaze. And this one was written for a young man Vincent revised " Dust and Silver:Wheeling air and water and light now glistening by a wishing- tree are dressing late summer magic in white and green. I play with this fairy - like,strand of dust and silver- flowers. Voices areechoing like the bright water in a fountain where rest swans of stone so black. Dreams - a stair to the sun,to lemons bitter and lavenders, bougainvillea and cherry blossoms - whatsoever I see in my dreams. I gaze at creamy Italian walls where I play with my curls and embroideries, my lips red and shadows entwine with some brows and eyes. Dark lips round, hair black. Tall are the shadows when they are not sweet and tender- I wait for the storm- in a strange and acid weather sweating hot. - Tall are the shadows are they always sweet and tender ? are they sticky ? And when comes the thunder I wonder if this love will be reached in the realm of dream.