I was in the subway this afternoon (the underground train, not the sandwich, just so we’re clear) and I was listening to my IPod (sooooo 2010, now everybody uses their cellphones, just not me! Stop judging!). I had an idea… I decided to start a series of posts to introduce you to music from…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
This one I have to write in French, because Guinea is a French speaking country, and its visit in the Cove deserves to be mentioned… Chère Guinée, Hier, j’ai vu ton drapeau flotter dans mes statistiques. Tu ne t’es pas arrêtée longtemps, mais ton passage m’a fait chaud au coeur! Guinée, tu…… Continue reading Colorier la Guinée…
Good Wednesday to all of you readers! Last week, I skipped my mid-week rendez-vous for personal reasons, but I am back. And Nombril de semaine it will be indeed, because I decided to do things differently today. In French, we have several sayings involving navels. Nombril du monde, literally “world’s navel”, meaning that you think highly…… Continue reading Nombril de semaine…
Just barely out of bed… Freja has just waken me up for food, and when that happens (basically every morning) I make a stop in the living room, check out a few things on my tablet and turn on the news on tv for a moment, before going back to bed for an hour…… Continue reading A thought for Italy… Ok, for Rowena!
Less than a year ago, California didn’t really ring a bell to me. Oh, I knew where it was, and all, but I had very little interest in it, for once because I only had eyes for Denmark, and second, because, well, I just had no reason to develop a growing interest in the South-Western…… Continue reading California…
Humphrey Bogart. Or so, I’ve been told. And I just wanted to show you that I wasn’t funning (AKA toying with your minds) with you all. Last week, I announced how I had purchased a pair of tickets for a concert in Copenhagen next February! Here’s what Mr. Mailman brought for me today; It is…… Continue reading The stuff dreams are made of…
This morning, as I was staring at myself smiling at the mirror (not in a psycho way, I just have my reasons to be happy right now), I noticed some small wrinkles at the outter corners of my eyes… It didn’t wash my smile away, I was just intrigued by their appearance. When had they…… Continue reading Ung og gammel…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
I haven’t seen a new flag in a while… I like seeing new flags in my stats, especially on so-so days. Last time, I put my best games on to seduce Brazil, and not long later, the home of Rio’s Carnival showed up, and lit my day! Today I miss Guinea. Not New Guinea, nor…… Continue reading Guinée…
Yeux brillants Les tiens, les miens Dans un magasin de bonbons, deux enfants… Le jaune des voitures Jeux de gamins Une journée sans rature… Une friandise Cueillie au creux de ta main Minute précieuse que je mémorise… Yeux brillants Les miens, les tiens Yeux de mômes qui brillent ensemble l’espace d’un…… Continue reading Souvenirs…
Cyranny's Cove 