Pas le pouvoir. Pouvoir tout court. J’ai eu une conversation avec chéri il y a quelques jours. Je lui ai expliqué à quel point j’avais envie de partir. Pas de le quitter. Partir tout court, à l’autre bout du monde. Parce que je suis comme ça. Parce qu’il me vient le besoin viscéral des oiseaux…… Continue reading Pouvoir, c’est fort.
I am in Kastrup’s airport… Not for long. I had a nice trip over to Casablanca. Just like I remembered, being trapped in that metal flying cigar was soothing. Almost seven hours of carefree looking out the window and wondering… The stars shone, their light dimmed out slowly and the sun rose. We landed in…… Continue reading Go back home!
I have killed the last few hours in Pierre Eliot Trudeau Airport preparing drafts for the days to come. I have a feeling I will not take as much time on my tablet once on the other side of the ocean… And even then, I probably won’t have access to wi-fi all that much. So…… Continue reading I’m leaving on a jet plane…
Cyranny's Cove 