This afternoon, one of the guys of the department next to ours came knocking at our door to offer my colleagues and I some cookies. I’m no Cookie Monster… You remember this friendly gang, don’t you? (Cookie Monster is the big blue fuzzy thing on the right. For some reason, I prefered Oscar, the…… Continue reading Nostalgia…
I don’t mention it anymore… Not meaning it is gone. Regularly, I scroll through the pictures taken back then, as if my memories weren’t crystal clear still. I let my mind wander, through the cities, and through the forests… I stare out train windows, counting the windmills in the endless rape fields. It is…… Continue reading That missing feeling…
J’ai des lèvres de bonbons, sur mesure pour tes rêves secrets à moins que tu ne passes sur l’option de toi et moi…. Si tu te refuses l’idée de Nous, c’est ta perte…
Cyranny's Cove 