. J’ai de toi plein la tête,J’ai de toi plein les mainsJ’ai du sang sur les doigtsEt ce sang c’est le mien…J’ai brisé les bouteillesQue tu avais vidéesEt fixé les tessonsLes yeux équarquillés.Dans ce rude combat Du verre contre la chairDès le départC’était tout à fait clairQue les probabilitésJouaient contre moiMalgré tout, ça ne m’a…… Continue reading Délétère….
. Je t’aime… Mais pas d’un amour Traditionnel, pas d’un Amour convenu Je ne serai pas celle Qui portera à son doigt La promesse de ton jonc Et qui aura la chance De partager ton nom… Mais je t’aime quand même, Au delà des conventions D’un amour rebel D’un amour polisson. D’un amour secret, Qui…… Continue reading Je t’aime…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading No coffee for them Frogs! (Late July 29th FFF)
. Today I was listening to someone who was talking about practicing ”yoga chaud”. I had heard about it several times before, but only today did my brain connect the dots, the way it loves doing it. See, ”Yoga chaud” (in French, of course), can translate into two very different disciplines; hot yoga and drunk…… Continue reading Yoga, anyone?
. . I hadn’t intended on writing anything when publishing my new Vintage Notes’ posts when I started them. I had just bought an old type-writer from a flea market, and since typing on it is so noisy, I wanted to use it for short thoughts only, first. But I think I owe you a…… Continue reading Vintage Notes…
Sometimes, old loves come back to tickle your heartstrings, without a warning. RoBERT is a French singer that had to mourn her first passion (professional dancing) because of health issues. She was (and I hope still is) good friends with my absolute favorite writer, Amélie Nothomb, who immortalized her in one of her novels.…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Petite, insignifiante poussière de rien… J’ai cherché leurs louanges voulu être idolâtrée pour que l’espace d’un moment tu sois fier de te tenir à mon côté. Mon royaume pour un sourire, Toute ma gloire pour un soupir, de toi.
I guess some people just want to read their newspapers without hearing annoying Frenchies on Saturday mornings…. LOL
Not an unusual sight… at least in Montréal. I mean the sign on the door. “Tirez” It always catches my eye. Most people are now oblivious to the possible misunderstanding it could provoke. Not me. Quick French class… The verb “Tirer” can mean two very different things… “to pull” or “to shoot”. Do you…… Continue reading Tirez…
You already know how I tend to have ear worms all the time… This one is a regular, and it is ok, because I like it a lot… I had it on my mind all day today. So click play if you want to feel what it is like to be me, LOL I…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Cyranny's Cove 