Blogging · poetry · summer

That smile…

  Smile that smile… As my silhouette dances On the backdrop Of your mind… Barefooted, only wearing A summer promise On my lips And sweet spring’s colors Painted on my lids… Let my giggly arms Carefully wrapped Around your neck Warm Your wintery heart. Let me melt This icy stare. Diamond tears, Rolling down your…… Continue reading That smile…

Blogging · poetry · short · Thoughts

My kingdom…

  I am the child Of Cold. Tight Knitting of the four Zephyrs. Winter Flows through My veins, I’m only Alive in the cold November rain. Crowned Ice Princess.. My kingdom For one caress of Your Icelandic breeze. My kingdom, if You please…

Blogging · Canada · funny · Montreal · Second chance · Thoughts

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!

Denmark · poetry · Travel

Waking up in Odense…

  Waking up… Sure that my name has been called out. Impossible, We’re alone in our lair. Away from all Away from everybody, who knows My name.   Yet, I heard it clear… Must have been the winds, Must have been the twirling of the snow, The ghostly presence full of sorrow Of good ol’…… Continue reading Waking up in Odense…

Blogging · Canada · Me myself and I · Montreal · Thoughts

I knew it.

  It was inevitable… I’ve been extra careful lately. It is the time of year when you have to keep your guard up at all times, which I thought I had. To my defense, Chéri is like a toddler. He goes to work (ok, toddlers don’t do that, but bare with me) and he brings…… Continue reading I knew it.

Canada · Denmark · Me myself and I

Waiting for the mailman…

Looking out the window, febrile as a child. I have an envelope on its way from Denmark, and that is always exciting. Like yesterday and the day before, I wait in the living room until I hear the mailman’s vehicule getting parked in front of my apartment for our street’s daily delivery. It seems he…… Continue reading Waiting for the mailman…