She went through the album slowly, letting the tip of her fingers go from one picture to the next, as if she could make a braille reading of their past together. The first time we met… She murmured as she stared at his ever disarming smile. She didn’t believe in love at first sight…… Continue reading Memories
I have a habit of putting things in my pockets and forgetting them… Which is nice when it is loose change! Every change of seasons, I collect the 25 cents tokens I’ve left for dead during the past few months…. Today, I thought I’d go through my pockets since it was quiet for a bit…… Continue reading Denmark leftovers…
(Just like Micro poésie du vendredi… only a little later and shorter) Je ne suis pas si Exigeante… Je ne veux que décoller l’étiquette de mes fantasmes Pour les coller, Un à un Dans l’album de mes souvenirs…
This one I have to write in French, because Guinea is a French speaking country, and its visit in the Cove deserves to be mentioned… Chère Guinée, Hier, j’ai vu ton drapeau flotter dans mes statistiques. Tu ne t’es pas arrêtée longtemps, mais ton passage m’a fait chaud au coeur! Guinée, tu…… Continue reading Colorier la Guinée…
Cyranny's Cove 