. It was that time of the evening, when the rocking chair started to make the wooden floor squeak. Soon, Clarisse would help her grand mother into bed, and head downstairs, to her own apartment. She enjoyed these quiet moments spent with her Nonna. Many didn’t understand her dedication to the old lady, but it…… Continue reading While in Paris… – FFFC
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 La cure… (July 2nd FFF)
. It’s really the little things that matter in life. At least, I think so. We’re going through a humid heat wave, here in Montréal. Not the first one this summer, and certainly not the last either. Yesterday, Chéri expressed the will to sip on a slush (very unsuspected, since neither of us have a…… Continue reading It’s the little things…
. How can it be Such a big world, When Looking up and Staring At a cloud passing by… I realize That wherever You are, My skies are Your skies and We share the same sun? You and me, Love, Really live on a marble…
Some people considered coffee making a morning routine. Others made an art out of it. She had elevated brewing a good cup to a precise ceremony. Just before morning dew pearled up on the lushious grass around the house, she filled the old kettle and left it to slowly warm up on the stove. She’d…… Continue reading The perfect cup… – FFFC
Just a millionDelicate petals…Each, gentlyLip-painted pink…A naivePastel trail,WaitingTo welcomeBack your feet,With a devoted kiss… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on pink flower petals fallen on the pavement.
I remember hearing people say how they had blocked souvenirs about their past, until one little thing had unlocked them. And I could hardy believe that such extensive memories could be ignored by one’s brain for years… It just seemed like these people just didn’t want to remember these moments or events. Until…… Continue reading Blurry branch…
Her pen was waltzing on the paper, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She tried to focus, but the butterfly flutters just wouldn’t let her. She just wished he could be there, sitting next to her, sipping on his coffee. Of course it was new, but she really felt he was her soulmate. Silly? Maybe……… Continue reading Love note…
No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us.
Cyranny's Cove 