Charlene Batlle graduated from Bard College Berlin last year, having concentrated in Ethics and Politics, but with a great interest in creative writing and international relations. Since finishing her Bachelor’s degree, she has entered a whole new chapter of her life filled with challenging yet rewarding experiences and is currently based in Washington, D.C. Hearing
Film tapes turned to ashes Bare feet on the shore, unable to walk The tied ropes that suffocate me Holding you tight while you slip off My naked ego goes to its knees Carrying the stale bitterness of crying too much Will I wake up from this nightmare again? Will I remove all the blades
As the years came for me I learned to cope with problems in the most artistic forms I could. I would swim to liberate myself from any burden or remorse. It didn’t matter what time of the year it was. I would throw myself in and give my all to the ocean, my hands continuously trying to unbind from where they belong. Nothing was rigid; there was a constant movement, an unbreakable peace.