The best love story is a book half written. Pages filled with a chance encounter, a chassé-croisé of mutual seduction, promised kisses, longed for caresses, and a handful of doubts and worries to get writer’s block. Love song lyrics, new perfume smell on the pillow, tears, laughters, cries and sighs… It is a pen,…… Continue reading The best love story…
He knew she loved to watch the sunrise… He loved to watch her fixate the horizon, as if maybe, just maybe, the sun would fail to raise up this particular morning. As the first rays of light would catch in her long, curly blond hair, giving her an aura she didn’t need to look…… Continue reading Sunrise, smiles & kisses…
She looked down on the piece of paper. Three simple words, just like I love you, and just the same, they said it all. Adding anything would lessen the pure meaning of the thought. And never before had she been so close to the definition of “sorry”. Funny, she thought, how similar to “love” it was.…… Continue reading I am sorry.
Fly eagle, fly high, and fly far, fly fast where most needed you are… * Fly eagle, let nothing stop you. Your talons might hurt, but keep going anywho… * Fly eagle, over mountains and over meadows, in the morning light and the sunset…… Continue reading Fly eagle…
Are requested, everywhere, and anywhere they might want to wander… Report on duty.
Certains jours, elle doutait presque de son existence… Il était toujours à ses côtés, sans pouvoir lui tenir la main. Sa présence fantômatique, enveloppante, réconfortante, souffrait d’un triste manque de bras tendus et de baisers à la volette. Mais elle ne pouvait lui en tenir rigueur… Ça non, jamais. Dans un tiroir, elle gardait,…… Continue reading La cure…
She stood, silent and still, under the large black umbrella. The rain dripped around her feet, slowly forming small pools around her somewhat dry island. The sound of the rain drops on the dark fabric lulled her. She rocked slightly to the left, and to the right, following the soft fresh breeze… How long…… Continue reading Big black umbrella…
Fill my glass, honey forget liquor, forget wine… Serve me the perfect cocktail, a fifty-fifty mix, on the rocks, of sweet and sour extasy, and tongue burning passion. Oh, and hand me a straw….
Dearest, promise me… Never to let me get your full attention, charm you, get my way through the heavily guarded fortress of your heart… Never let my eyes weaken your will, never let my smile pull promises out of your mouth. Don’t succomb, don’t surrender, to my pleas and my whispers… No matter how…… Continue reading Promise me…
She spoke I heard her say something, I wanted to hear She sighed, I imagined, she wanted to leave me something, I dreaded to hear She stretched her arms out, until they encompassed me she sighed a sigh and told me that I was the best thing that ever happened to her and that…… Continue reading She Spoke…
Cyranny's Cove 