J’ai parfois cette envie pressante, de tes doigts sur ma nuque… Simplement. Fermes les yeux, suis le son de ma voix, oublie tout le reste, goûte le pur instant. Fermons les volets de la villa, soufflons les bougies, laissons tomber les étoiles pour un soir, enfin en communion, à l’abri de l’espace et…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
You’ll take care of it this afternoon, right? Sure! Yeah… Of course, I will! The bathroom being the place where the toilet, the bathtub and most of Freja’s stuff are, access to the bathroom is pretty much essential… So I guess that I can forget about the “let’s just close the door and wait for…… Continue reading Honey, there’s a wasp in the bathroom!
Opening jars always ends up in drama, everybody knows that. You plan dinner. Everything seems peaceful in the house, the cat is sleeping on the couch, you feel just great about your life in general… You’re humming your favorite tune, stirring that smelly slow cooking spaghetti sauce when things go wrong! You need to…… Continue reading This is the future…
Cyranny's Cove 