I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination.
And it feels like a moment outside of time.
Le Mirazur
When the view from our table looked like sun sparkles, green leaves and just enough coral to guess the town of Menton, we really didn’t think that things were about to get better.
Les pieds dans l’eau
A hard week ahead.
For gold of the world, I wouldn’t change
A thing. You’re my diamond.
And yes, it is totally alright to make cheesy words feel ok by writing a haiku.
On water and flour – Cong you bing or green onion pancakes
There is something about flour bond with water. Something that possibly goes back to those afternoons spent sat on the kitchen counter, watching my grand-mother making pâte brisée [shortcrust pastry], which I would – of course – nibble on.
Bonjour juin
[Hello June]
More than ever, this year, june feels like a new start. A kiss goodbye under the rain. Metaphorically and literally.
Also the first time I won’t be able to wish my grand-father his birthday.