You probably all know about Jean de La Fontaine’s tale “The hare & the turtoise”… Today, I came across this video, that first made me smile… https://youtu.be/m7NuVjpi72c It was just cute. And then, it reminded me of all the times I read on other blogs, writers that can’t beleive they could achieve their…… Continue reading You can win too…
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.” I was challenged by Madame Suze And for day 4, I challenge Mrs Viking 😉
Friday night… Nope, I won’t go out… And have colorful cocktails or fancy wine, and dance all night. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t put loud music on at home, and dance anyway… Ok, I might not dance either. But Sia is still a good idea! And I might dance… We’ll have to…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.” I was challenged by Madame Suze And for day 3, I challenge Momma.
À l’ère du “dans ta face” tu m’as simplement appris l’art oublié du mystère…
Most would think I was taken by surprised… But I let down my guard just so you could stalk me in the darkest of your thoughts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head and offered myself to your raging lust for fresh flesh. I might have lost a few feathers, your brutal desire tearing innocence…… Continue reading An angel down…
And I’ll keep doing mine… If you don’t mind. While chatting with this good friend of mine today, it came to the subject of policemen (and/or women, of course), and how they now had the weird habit of asking the population to be on the look-out everytime they lost someone. Wether it is a missing…… Continue reading Do your job…
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.” I was challenged by Madame Suze And for day 2, I challenge The Bag Lady 🙂
Walking in the morning dew, waiting patiently always, a freshly picked daisy pined in my pulled up hair… Your sun rising on my timid dawn, gracing me with your warming light. And piercing the silence, with a sudden burst of laughter. “Summer, my dear… My silly dear, Summer is over!”
Midnight encounter… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, cick here.
