. T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre sourire, Le moindre soupir, Le moindre baiser Soufflé Par delà l’abîme Qui nous sépare? T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre pacte, Le moindre serment, La moindre promesse D’un sentiment En garde, Partagé… T’ai-je jamais demandé? Non, Alors laisse-moi T’aimer en silence Discrètement Et à…… Continue reading T’ai-je jamais demandé?
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. Today I was listening to someone who was talking about practicing ”yoga chaud”. I had heard about it several times before, but only today did my brain connect the dots, the way it loves doing it. See, ”Yoga chaud” (in French, of course), can translate into two very different disciplines; hot yoga and drunk…… Continue reading Yoga, anyone?
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the 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…… Continue reading S comme Scarlett (Late February 11th FFF)
. Little bird, You flew so high, Your pointy beak Almost pierced the sky… But it was dangerous, That you didn’t know. As, little bird, you just flew With the flow. So you reached higher And burnt your wings, Your frail body Unexpectedly falling… They picked you up Put you in a cage, For once…… Continue reading Little bird…
Today was Chéri’s 40th birthday. Needless to say that 2020 isn’t a year of choice to celebrate a special turning older. As a matter of fact, ”celebration” is a bit of an overstatement. On top of pandemic restrictions, Chéri was working from 2 pm until midnight, which didn’t allow us to enter real party mode.…… Continue reading Happy Birthday!
Meet Klô Pelgag. I recently noticed that I hadn’t published one of my jukebox post lately… Tonight I discovered this song from the alienesque singer. You might not understand the lyrics (which I love, and thought about translating, but it wouldn’t do justice to Klô Pelgag’s way of playing with words) but I think the…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Elle danse, Pieds nus dans la rosée De mes rêves… Princesse Danemark Elle noue, Des rubans d’arc en ciel Dans ses longues boucles d’or… Princesse Danemark Et moi j’ère, aérienne entre ses bras. Heureuse de l’effleurer du bout des doigts. Elle régit, Les jours de cascades de soleil, Et les pluies de pétales de…… Continue reading Princesse Danemark…
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