Pour lire entre tes lignes Et interpréter les plus fous de tes rêves J’ai simplement fermé les yeux Et posé les doigts sur tes lèvres Helen Keller, moi? Jamais… Mais le frémissement de ta bouche Révèle la sihouette des secrets Ce qui t’émeut, ce qui te touche Je devine, je ressens, je…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Sitting on the foot of the bed, she sighed deeply. The memories flooded her fragile mind as she poored herself a second glass of Pinot Noir, her favorite poison in times of sorrow. The hotel room was perfect, it always was… Her “team” always made sure to have things set just as she liked…… Continue reading The other side of Paradise…
Twelve years… We should have celebrated twelve years of you making me an honest woman… Should have, could have… But haven’t. You weren’t my first love, but you were the one. You could have been. We’ll never know now, will we? We were so close to that turning point in our lives. Had you…… Continue reading Letting go…
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
There’s a lot of love around me, and as you probably know, it doesn’t always involve people… You already know about Nokia and Samsung’s fling… If not you can catch up here. They are still totally in synch, and Samsung cuddles against good old Nokia every night on the coffee table, probably telling it about…… Continue reading Love stories…
Five months ago, I was spending my last day in Copenhagen. Did I hear some heavy sighing in the back?? Go back to my About page, and come and tell me I haven’t warned you about Denmark! So, five months ago, at this very moment of the day, I was walking around town, watching Tivoli’s…… Continue reading I left a little of me in København’s heart…
Dans l’oeil du dragon, Elle serre dans son poing une promesse d’amours éternelles. Ivre d’un songe, Où il la lui souffle, les yeux fermés, directement sur les lèvres…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Under the full moon’s raw light I caught myself wishing you were a lycanthrope tearing my throat open with your long fangs letting me feed you my last breath…
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
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