Language of Feelings: Giving a Voice to Silence

Language of feelings is the bridge between the heart and the spoken word. In the quiet cafes of France, I found its true syntax. This dialect does not rely on grammar or loud proclamations. It is a profound internal architecture for the sensitive soul. This language of feelings helps me process the depths of human emotion. As a highly sensitive person, I translate whispers into poems. It turns the weight of unspoken grief into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these lyrical intervals, the spirit finds its clearest expression. We move from the shadows of silence into a shared, vibrant light. The modern world often neglects the nuances of the heart. However, I choose the elegance of emotional truth and vulnerability. This work is a mineral-rich space for our collective healing. By speaking our truth, we reclaim our radiant, enduring strength.

A delicate pen writes on paper in golden ink, symbolizing the language of feelings and poetry.

Jezik osjećaja

Moja poezija je pisanje osjećaja
koji sami ne znaju govoriti.
Našla sam njihov jezik.
Zove se poezija.

Njome mogu reći što osjećamo
kad smo zaljubljeni i kad smo razočarani,
kad smo bolesni ili zdravi,
bogati ili siromašni,
ostavljeni ili pronađeni.

Mogu govoriti kako se osjeća žena,
gdje se razlikuju gospođa i gospođica.
Mogu dotaći što muškarac nosi
prema ocu, prijatelju, djevojci, ženi, majci.

Pratim misli koje se skrivaju.
Strahove koje nitko ne vidi.
Radosti koje ne traže svjetla.

Sve što osjećaji žele reći, mogu prenijeti.
Samo pitajte. Govorit ću njihovim glasom.
Nekad tiho, u šapatu.
Nekad snažno, iz srca.

Moja poezija daje im dom, oblik i smisao.
Jer svaka duša, svaki trenutak, svaka tišina
ima priču koja čeka
da bude ispričana.

La langue des sentiments

Ma poésie est l’écriture des sentiments
qui seuls ne savent pas parler.
J’ai trouvé leur langue.
Elle s’appelle la poésie.

Par elle, je peux dire ce que nous ressentons
quand nous sommes amoureux et quand nous sommes déçus,
malades ou en bonne santé,
riches ou pauvres,
laissés ou retrouvés.

Je peux dire ce que ressent une femme,
où se distinguent Madame et Mademoiselle.
Je peux toucher ce qu’un homme porte
envers son père, son ami, sa copine, sa femme, sa mère.

Je suis les pensées qui se cachent.
Les peurs que personne ne voit.
Les joies qui ne cherchent pas la lumière.

Tout ce que les sentiments veulent dire, je peux le transmettre.
Demandez simplement. Je parlerai avec leur voix.
Parfois doucement, en chuchotant.
Parfois fort, du cœur.

Ma poésie leur donne un foyer, une forme et un sens.
Car chaque âme, chaque instant, chaque silence
a une histoire qui attend
d’être racontée.

The Language of Feelings

My poetry is writing feelings
that alone do not know how to speak.
I found their language.
It is called poetry.

With it, I can say what we feel
when we are in love and when we are disappointed,
sick or healthy,
rich or poor,
left behind or found.

I can speak how a woman feels,
where the difference lies between Mrs. and Miss.
I can touch what a man carries
towards his father, friend, girlfriend, wife, mother.

I follow thoughts that hide.
Fears that no one sees.
Joys that do not seek the light.

Everything feelings want to say, I can convey.
Just ask. I will speak with their voice.
Sometimes quietly, in a whisper.
Sometimes strongly, from the heart.

My poetry gives them a home, a shape, and a meaning.
For every soul, every moment, every silence
has a story waiting
to be told.