. Sometimes I wonder if they would understand. I even wonder if you would. But in all honesty, how could you, when I don’t really get it myself? I have to admit that my mind was boggled, when you first started squatting the back of my head. You were uninvited, and didn’t seem to care…… Continue reading All the little things…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to 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 decided…… Continue reading Secret garden… (March 31st FFF)
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Take my handLead me,I’m so eager To see…I come BarefootedNaive and innocent,I want to tasteYour lips, to feelYour skin, to smellYour scent…Let’s runaway andJust make loveBehind that curtain,Take my handLead meTo your secret garden…
This is a tough one. And very personal. The way to a person’s heart is such a private trail to follow. I think there shouldn’t be any beacon along it, no clue, no tip. The great reward of winning one’s heart, is the result of walking in the dark, tiptoeing as gracefully as you…… Continue reading 5 ways to win my heart…
It hurts… It hurts so good to go back there. This secret garden, where I used to meet with you. And you watered the roses that never bloomed when I did. But you had your way with them… You didn’t even have to try. You just walked where no one else had been allowed before,…… Continue reading Secret garden…
Who, really? And who cares? People play games, or pretend to be so very absolutely transparent… As if. We all have our secret garden. More or less. We lay out what we choose to, giving our memories, our pain, our fantasies, our dreams. We share, we take from others, get inspired, envious, frustrated. We…… Continue reading Who am I?
Cyranny's Cove 