Alone with her thoughts, she bent down to sit on the ground… She murmured her prayer to the earth, caressing it from the tip of her fingers, with no obvious response… She then walked towards the fire, and danced with the flames. Twirling close enough to feel the heat, but her words burned in…… Continue reading Invoking the elements…
Today, my mind went for a trip in La-La Land. Nothing special there, I grant you that! I was surfing around, looking for a few good picks for my “Nombril de semaine” post of the week, and I was peeking at other bloggers’ number of followers … 1000+, 5000+, 10 000+, 50 000+… It…… Continue reading Do you know who you’re talking to?
Amen Erin! When I open up to people, I often appear to be a bit on the crazy side with my silly thougts, coming out of nowhere, and spilling out on the “normal” world. But really, it is just (well… most of the time) thinking outside the box. I like analyzing little things that…… Continue reading Be silly!
Walking away from the office, just barely out of the building. There she is, looking as if she was waiting for me, waiting to walk me home. Dear old friend, always ready for a talk, especially at this time of the month, when her majesty is at its peak. Hi there! Did you have a…… Continue reading Uncatchable beauty…
A walk under the August’s almost full moon… Mother Nature chose the color of your lips to paint the sky tonight! I giggled. My easy response to your blunt compliments… We kept walking on the sidewalk, side by side, as we were meant to be… You’re the best tongue twister I’ve known… I whispered,…… Continue reading Under the almost full moon…
Une pensée pour le vol des bernaches, annonçant la venue de l’automne… la venue des soirées monotones, Messagers qui à rien ne s’attachent. Une pensée pour le vol des bernaches, qui partiront bientôt vers le Sud… Là-bas, où l’hiver est moins rude, Au soleil, de qui beaucoup s’amourachent. Une pensée pour le…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Often people would say, Oh, butterflies remind me of you… or, Every time I watch the sun set, I think of you! But she didn’t need reminders… Because you don’t have to remember what sticks to your very mind…
Running down the spiral stairs, hoping for guards only behind them and not awaiting on ground’s floor. The sound of the military boots deafening, covering any other noise in the tower, even the stomping of their racing hearts… Reaching the second story, he suddenly stopped! Leaving her, nearly bumping on his back. Turning her…… Continue reading The spiral…
She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is all about feelings, that’s why…… Continue reading Cicada song…
They had agreed to meet in the park, after dusk. Alone, once, just to settle things right. She was sitting on the bench as previously discussed, and he came out of the shadows at the given time. Walking slightly slower than he used to, maybe a little scared about this strange encounter he was…… Continue reading Late night fiction…
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