To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
SomewhereHer heart beats somewhereWhenever a foreign sound hits her earWhenever an unknown turn shows to her eyeShe goesShe has already left Elsewhere She learnsAnywhereShe gets to know herself Where everything blursWhere one day contains endless nights Where nights are rainbows throughout the sky Elsewhere She seeksAnywhereShe looks for herself A constant quest for adventuresExplorationsEmotions A … More Where everything blurs
CARTE BLANCHE #4 A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants. That desire of being anywhere else. Breathing another air. Being on another ground. Listening to another speaking. Watching another planet. Wanderlust. The desire to be elsewhere. The desire to be in love. Two strong … More Wanderlust
By a summer Sunday, as France was going through the traditional waltz between juilletistes (July vacationers) and aoutiens (August vacationers), I was facing my key word of the season: LET GO OF MY COMFORT ZONE. And you can tell I didn’t skimp on the concept for two days with my visionary and altruistic cousin! She … More Pic Saint Loup to the bottom
Indeed, some were born from Jove’s thigh*, and some drew Charlemagne’s arses in stone! Odds are not always in your favor in life… As for me, being born by an autumn wind and drawing my way step by step, day by day, is a fate bringing me enough joy without me needing Jove’s thigh nor … More Charlemagne’s arse
I get to NYC full of assumptions and bad feelings. This big apple is very not appealing for me. Stopping by last Saturday didn’t give me a good taste and I struggled so much to find a decent place to crush at – apparently, only couchsurfing hosts available in NYC are horny male who expects … More New York New York
I reach Philadelphia that, in some ways, feels more like a town than a city, compared to other big American places. The bus trip offers me a long and deserved nap, a lay over in New-York that doesn’t make me want to come back and a beautiful sunset in New Jersey. I thus arrive Saturday … More It's always sunny in Philadelphia
I board on the train and I instantly fall asleep as I go further East. My night is going along Great Lakes reflected in the dark and the dawn. Thus, I awake in Lake Erie’s blue, it is incredibly quick but awfully beautiful in the morning light. Lake Ontario is further, unreachable; then I start … More Freedom, I write your name…
I arise like a multi-shells turtle from Union Station and briefly glance at Chicago skyscrapers hanging above the river, curved on Lake Michigan shores. The sky is grey, but it isn’t cold… Or have I become cold proof? Despite February coming, the river lazily runs without a freeze, sidewalks don’t remember any snow. I meet … More Freezing wind throughout skyscrapers
Here is starting my steamy adventure towards East. I go back to basics: backpack and free spirit. No strings attached. Only my sheep and I. Resurrected. Happy. New. I choose endless American rail roads, like a beautiful epic dream… Even if I am going reversed, riding trains is a way to win the West, is … More The girl on the train
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