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My vintage life, Painted black & white… A thousand shades From me to you. As I put the pen down Words come alive, Knitting dreams of themselves A safe haven for two. Do you feel my trembling fingers, As I slip the key around your neck? Bathing in warm memories, I washed away frantically…… Continue reading Black & White…
A constant hum, the steady and subtle vibration rocks me in some kind of half-sleepiness… Not quite awake, yet not knocked down by the long hours spent getting ready for this, I float in between waters. I wish counsciousness would go for a walk down the aisle, and give me a much needed break.…… Continue reading In between…
My hand on your thigh, Fingers so close to your skin, Denim blues dreaming… Inspired by Tourmaline’s CYW Challenge
Waking to the sound of the winds, raging outside her bed room’s window, she sat straight in her bed and stretched a bit to reach her sketchbook on the bedside table… She loved to catch a fleeing dream, one that had failed to vanish from her mind before her eyes opened in the morning. One…… Continue reading Just a dream…
It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream… – Bern Williams If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Yesterday, I had to go downtown to get some boring paperwork done. But it was a very nice day, all sunny and warm, and we decided to head to the Vieux Port (Old port) to spend part of the afternoon-evening. I already brought you to the Vieux Port area… More than once. But it is…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (9)
Wading about the shallow gentle seas, testing the waters of her conviction The winds changed suddenly, unexpectedly as the tides of her desire took me by storm drowning me in the flood of her emotions I clung to the driftwood the vestiges of my senses being washed ashore on her undulating beaches, curved forms painting…… Continue reading Wading About
Cyranny's Cove 