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…
Back on her rock, from the distance, she could barely distinguish his silhouette. She couldn’t tell if he was tall or not, not having other men to compare him to. Michael… She had a shiver, thinking how she would have loved telling her mother about her unexpected encounter. But given the circumstances, there would…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 2)
Today I got spoiled again… I know you’ll probably say you did it out of boredom. Maybe it was the reason you took time to send pieces of your day abroad, like a set of stills… But the result is the same. Today, I sat with my earphones on, I closed my eyes, I listened,…… Continue reading I dag var jeg et lille barn…
Back from a long day at work… I throw my bags on the living room’s armchair and head to the kitchen to heat myself a small bowl of hot, slow cooked chili in the microwave. Yeah, sometimes, I’m lazy like that. I eat my loot without any rush, catching up with some correspondence that cannot…… Continue reading A night out in København…
Cyranny's Cove 