Ever felt like kicking life in the nuts? I never thought about it, until today. That’s probably because of my French roots. La vie, life in French, is feminine, therefore not owning nuts to swing at. But English life is not… Just think about that!
It’s been a while since I last played some music in the Cove… So here’s something different. Loco Locass is a hip hop band that has been in Québec’s musical background since 1995. Hip hop is not my favorite music style, but I really like these 3 guys, and their way to cleverly play…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
The warmth of her skin next to mine, surpassed the light of the sun encompassing the breadth of the city, I turned my head, and wondered why my fate had led me here, why at this moment, this second, the last breath I took, before I awakened and looked upon her sleeping form,…… Continue reading The Warmth of the Morning…
Just not Cinderella’s because, well, you all know I am no princess. No, this morning, a little before 5 O’clock, I was getting ready for work when I chose to leave my Winter boots behind, and put on my Summer Denmark hiking shoes. I know hiking shoes are not the sexiest, but my Merrell hikers…… Continue reading Slippers…
She leaned forward, slowly licking Death’s lips.. Then turned her back, and walked away, leaving It longing for more…
Tirée vers les bas fonds du sommeil… Les paupières alourdies par le poids des jours… Je n’ai rien à craindre ce soir… Car, je m’envole vers la sécurité de tes bras.
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
I love waxwing birds… They are among my favorite feathered friends, and I am lucky because we have a lot of them in my neighbourhood, even if I live in a big city. I prefer their name in French, though. Jaseur de bohème, litterally “Bohemian chatter”. More poetic than “waxwing”. I like the little things,…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
Hopes and dreams, pains and doubts, drawn on the walls for everyone to see… Sometimes feels like my life is nothing, but a graffiti…
I wanted to do a 3 weeks follow up yesterday, but I had a lot to do, and when I finally got to it, the sun had set and the garden was in bed. Yes, a garden sleeps! Don’t wonder why your indoor plants always end up dying if you didn’t know that! We all…… Continue reading Go garden!… (day 22)
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