I have come to the conclusion that there are two things in this world that bring me bad luck: 7’s and the month of March. Continue reading “6 Things That 2017 Has Already Taught Me”
They feel empty to me when they used to explode from the darkest cracks within me. When I used to shout from the rooftops and mumble words, sitting for hours trying to make them sound just perfect, to sum up my thoughts, beliefs… My being in itself. Continue reading “Words…”
You roll around like a good old friend
Comfortable on that side of the bed.
The walls are playing with the thoughts in my head,
“1,2,3, replay the memories,” you say.
I want to yell, “go away!”
But my tongue is caught in my throat.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
I always find I feel most inspired as I walk around this city or on the metro when my thoughts are high above the clouds. Then when the daily dose of reality begins, my mind forgets. Continue reading “Little Black Book”
January 5th marked a year since I opened this little corner on the internet. I never got around to posting anything because one, January 5th was the day I got back to work and two, it is somewhat of a holiday in Spain (Three Kings Eve anyone?). The following days… all hell broke loose in Paris. Continue reading “Blogiversary”
On the wind, ‘cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember… Soon you’ll be home with me / Once upon a December.
Here we are, 16 years later, never actually knowing that we would be living together… in Paris.
One night, I had to take a midnight train to get away from all this pain.
Thoughts of you got carried by the wind, but memories wanted to linger and stay. Continue reading “Midnight Train”