After Eight Moments…
If Nature is odd… Why should I be “normal”? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Category: Thoughts
Forgive me…
If my words crawl on all the Earth’s lands, and if my thoughts swim the seven seas, trying to get to you…. Trying to be all you need to know, all you need to believe, all you need to live and breathe… Forgive me, for trying to be so very naive, for convincing…… Continue reading Forgive me…
Frette!
Previously posted on February 15th 2016. Winter is coming our way again, and I thought I’d share again this little guide about Canadian cold. You never know when you might win a plane ticket for Montréal, and need to know a little more about how to gauge Winter Québec-style! 😉 I hope you’ll enjoy it…… Continue reading Frette!
Is it just me?
This is a trash can, just outside the building where I work… Why bother to put it there anyway? #Absurd
After Eight Moments…
The greatest oak was once just a little nut who held its ground… – Author unknown If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
What happened…
What happened to our maybes? How could we run out, with so many? Where did you hide them, give them back to me. Please, now bring back our sweet maybes…
If you came to Montréal… (11)
Maybe we could skip the touristic stuff for a day, and go for something less exotic but still fun… Like a “trou Normand” activity? I’d suggest to go bowling. That’s what I did yesterday… In a little town about an hour away drive from Montréal; Granby. The bowling place was rather oldish, but I like…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (11)
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Black Today’s daily prompt could have evoked a lot of things… But it so vividly brought back this song to my mind, that I just couldn’t write about any other shade of Black. I listened to Pearl Jam a lot in my early twenties, and I remember this back then…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Your arms…
Your arms, a fortress… The only place safe enough, for my heart to call “home”.
What about us?
Can’t you hear the sound of thousands of hearts sobbing loudly? Can’t you feel the pain of so many lives aching from your broken promises? The night is cold, and we struggle to believe the light of dawn will indeed come… But there’s still hope, we still dreams, we’re alive, waiting for you to…… Continue reading What about us?
Cyranny's Cove 