. Mon vent souffleVers chez toi,Mes nuages s’en vontPar chez vous…Si tu savaisCombien rêver de toiC’est doux!Peu importe la distanceQui se glisse entre nos corps,Mes bras aspirent toujoursÀ s’accrocher à ton cou…Si tu savaisCombien rêver de toiC’est doux!Et je soupire, je me languisDe t’entendre dire mon nom,Et quand tu me l’offresMon coeur est frappé de…… Continue reading Rêver de toi…
. For a good while now, I’ve been feeling quite meh. I’ve thought about it a great deal, because, let’s face it… Going day in, day out thinking that I was ugly, aging too fast and feeling useless was quite unpleasant. And recently, when my mind was in a blurry state, I confessed to one…… Continue reading Making a difference…
. Je t’aime… Mais pas d’un amour Traditionnel, pas d’un Amour convenu Je ne serai pas celle Qui portera à son doigt La promesse de ton jonc Et qui aura la chance De partager ton nom… Mais je t’aime quand même, Au delà des conventions D’un amour rebel D’un amour polisson. D’un amour secret, Qui…… Continue reading Je t’aime…
. You have a responsibility to yourself to make it come true . Because if you don’t you’re just a dreamer”. These words from renowned chef, Marco Pierre White, would probably resonate with Torbjørn C. Pedersen. And why is that, you might wonder? Well, the 44 years old Dane just completed quite an accomplishment, by…… Continue reading ”If you have a dream…
. It’s already been three weeks since Chéri and I traveled back home after our amazing second (for him) and fifth (for me) tour around Denmark. As I mentionned in previous posts, the return to Montréal is always followed by a period of blues. This time didn’t differ. Physically, my batteries have recharged, and I…… Continue reading Fighting the back-home blues…
. Honestly, up to this morning, I thought something would happen to ruin my reunion with Denmark… I feared coming up with a sudden fever, which would have meant not being granted with the right to board my plane (well, not actually my plane, but the one that’ll take me to Toronto before getting to…… Continue reading Final countdown!
. Only four nights left before take off! Today, I’ve completely emptied my backpack, and gone through my traveling kit. I made lists, lots of them… Because we have a little extra challenge this year. It seems like airlines have cut down on the weight allowed when it comes to carry on luggage. We’ll need…… Continue reading Let me think about it… No!
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading Kære Danmark… (March 10th FFF)
Absinthe dreams, Tingling liquid Fingertips Holding the key To the forbidden Land… I walk blinded, Wrist-bound And gagged… Following the Ethereal whispers Of old yearning Fantasies. Should I dare Dip a toe In your dark Waters, and Risk drowning In your haunting Gaze? Another drink, My mind swirls And for a moment I lean on…… Continue reading Absinthe dreams
. The yearly Festive Festival has officially started two weeks ago, with Mom’s birthday. We had a short 2 weekends break, but now we are entering our celebration marathon. Next weekend is Chéri’s birthay, followed by Little Bro’s the next, then Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and then Dad’s birthday on January 6th. You might think…… Continue reading Reading between the lines…
Cyranny's Cove 