Il se nourrissait de ses langoureux soupirs, ne se fatigant jamais de ses implorations… “Encore, encore… ne t’arrêtes jamais…” soufflait-elle à son oreille, leurs deux corps fusionnant en une seule et unique silhouette dansant dans le noir. Ces nuits-là, le temps perdait sa propre trace, leurs peaux baignées de sueur ayant un goût d’éternité. Et il ne…… Continue reading Micro fantaisie du vendredi…
When they start selling tickets, I want a guided tour of your mind! Maybe they could arrange khaki-Jeep rides, Jeeps with army camouflage paint. With handle bars and powerful spotlights on the rooftop for the dark corners of your thoughts. There could be night tours, to hunt your most secret dreams around, and peek at…… Continue reading Follow the guide…
Look me in the eyes… She had longed to say those words for years… Not to him, but just in general. In movies, that simple sentence was the prelude for the most intimate and sincere confidences. As if eyes were a warrant of truth in its purest form. As if eyes told things as they…… Continue reading If eyes could lie…
Some people think joining lips is the most intimate way to share a moment of sheer one-on-oneness… But she begged to differ. How often do we kiss in our lives?… many. Too many times in some cases. How many times do we hold our loved ones by the hand?… For the simple pleasure of…… Continue reading Forget lips, think hands…
For a while now it’s been there. No matter the time, and no matter where. It is almost stuck to my soles, and everywhere it follows. Or so it seems… It is like a big brother always on the watch, like a sort of angel over my shoulder. Even if I am quick, even a…… Continue reading L’ombre…
He loves me… He loves me not… One thing’s for sure, He loves me more than He loves you! A perfect example of the discussion echoes I heard here and there in the white Villa everyday. At first, I was barely paying attention to the childish arguments, but after a few days, I noticed it…… Continue reading Le bouquet de Marguerites…
They almost all sat at the table… Silence filled the room as they were getting accustomed to each other’s presences, after all that time wondering how it would be to finally meet. A- Where is 1? 2- She’s sleeping, we’ve kept telling you that the three of us can’t be seen together, there’s always one…… Continue reading Capharnaüm…
Do you remember our walk on the beach? No, I don’t… Of course, you remember… You had begged for me to take you there, although I had promised to already. You’ve been such a child about it. “Take me there, why won’t you? If you don’t take me there, I won’t let anybody else take…… Continue reading Do you remember?
People think I am just traveling to Denmark for fun, but people are easily fooled! Business trip then? You sure don’t look like a business woman! Nope, think again… I am on a mission. Svendborg’s Fairy has spoken to me in my dreams… She spoke of a magic dress I was to seek on her…… Continue reading On a mission…
The Elvis song… It could have been playing, or not. – Remember that time you threw yourself at me, screaming that I was being cruel to you? I do… But to my defense, I was not sober. Not that it excuses harsh words being spoken, but sometimes, it makes things feel more intense… You had…… Continue reading Don’t be cruel…
Cyranny's Cove 