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…
I am sorry I fell. So sorry… Others would say that’s what you wanted, but I know it ain’t so. You always wanted me to be strong, and stand straight and tall, and take the blows… One by one, without a twitch… As you would hit on me knowing exactly how to punch to…… Continue reading Undskyld…
Staring at a white blank page is not like me… I do wish you were here. And wish you hope you were here too. I just can’t fathom out what to think or do. Longing for a few answers I apparently don’t deserve… Caught in a maze made out of silent walls. Lost in a…… Continue reading I miss you…
You’ve never been to Langeland, have you? I’d like to take you… For it is for sure one of the most beautiful sides of Denmark. Langeland wasn’t on my itinary when I planned my trip around Vikingland. But I had the will to see Langeland’s wild horses in the back of my head every day……… Continue reading Landloping in Langeland…
Prends ma main, ferme les yeux, saute… Une falaise ne sera jamais qu’une falaise Le vide ne sera jamais que du vide Et je ne te laisserai pas te briser sur les rochers… Prends ma main, ferme les yeux, saute… Laisse tes soucis sur la crête Et tes peines sur l’escarpement Je…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du Vendredi…
to your mind. You probably know that feeling… When your life feels like a movie for a few seconds. It just happens, and you know you’ll never forget that very moment. It doesn’t need to be something over spiritual, or highly intellectual. But it sticks like famous blockbusters’ quotes… “No one puts Baby in a…… Continue reading Those words that stick…
I felt it to be quite relaxing, enjoying someone elses dream for a while. I didn’t need to apologize for my Stormy thoughts, nor my unsettled disposition. She was doing the driving, and all I had to do was enjoy the ride, if I could that is. I felt myself to be a bit restless,…… Continue reading The Cancellation of Summer – Travels Part 8
One morning, I woke up and felt a weird urge to build something. I had no specific construction skills but it didn’t matter. My hands were just itching and there was nothing to be done about it. I found a spot in the woods, planted a sign in the ground with my name on…… Continue reading My glass house (part 1)
Cyranny's Cove 