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Promise me…

  Dearest, promise me… Never to let me get your full attention, charm you, get my way through the heavily guarded fortress of your heart… Never let my eyes weaken your will, never let my smile pull promises out of your mouth. Don’t succomb, don’t surrender, to my pleas and my whispers… No matter how…… Continue reading Promise me…

Blogging · poetry · Prose · stories · Thoughts

My Thought Letters…

Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer   She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…

Blogging · Prose · stories · Thoughts

My Dear,

  She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

Letter to a little girl…

  Little you’re not anymore, I know but, I know people who would disagree.   Tonight your joie de vivre is pretty low And you don’t wish another sunrise to see.   There will be loads and loads of tears at home, tears of rage and tears of sorrow.   Try to remember the love…… Continue reading Letter to a little girl…

Blogging · Canada · Denmark · Me myself and I · Thoughts · Travel

Min kære ven…

My dear friend, You most probably won’t read this, and I am at peace with that. You decided to go away for the summer, and you are not taking me with you. Nobody but us know what we have shared so far… Some people have seen me talking to you, some people have seen you…… Continue reading Min kære ven…

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…