Wouldn’t you want To remember, The weight of my head On your shoulder? Sweet memory Of tomorrow’s past, Who knows how long, A naive kiss would last? My kinky fingers Long for your skin… Life is a long journey, So what are you sayin’? I really want To cuddle up to you. Just let me…… Continue reading Wouldn’t you…
She held her breath as she walked under the white roses covered arch. She felt like a princess. There was no other way to describe the feeling of standing before all the people she loved, and seeing the wow-look in their eyes. It wasn’t a big wedding to say the least, but it fitted…… Continue reading Until death…
Knit one, purl one… Her knotted fingers hurt a little, but she still loved making socks, mittens and sweaters for her loved ones. And she really wanted to finish the scarf she had started before her family rang the door bell. The room was silent, apart from the sound of the needles hitting each…… Continue reading Knit one, purl one…
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 the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to…… Continue reading Fading memory… (October 16th)
– What about that blue, Mel? She took her custard off the stove, and checked its texture before walking to his room to give her opinion. – Whoa! That’s bright! But I like it, Nick, I like it a lot… She checked the door frame before leaning against it, and took a moment to stare…… Continue reading Baby blue…
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 the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Maestro… (October 9th FFF)
She folded the piece of paper neatly. It had been ages since she had last worked her origami skills, but she hadn’t forgotten how to make these little paper boats. Some things she just didn’t forget. Like riding a bicycle… Her fingers didn’t rush, there was no need to. It seemed like everything in…… Continue reading Paper boats…
He held the picture tenderly. It wasn’t the best he ever took, by all means. For one thing, he wished they had arrived just a little earlier in front of the great basilica. The fall’s sun setting light was so much warmer than he would have expected, that he would have loved to capture her…… Continue reading Just a picture…
Cyranny's Cove 