Hello everyone ! Welcome back for our last Christmas post for 2021. Time really flies, I didn’t see the whole Advent time coming and going, it’s crazy ! I was quite busy and exhausted during this period, which was both good and bad for me, so I’m both sad and happy it’s gonna be over. … More Christmas Dreams (Poem)
Hello everyone! Welcome back for a brand new poem of mine, the first in Russian language actually. This poem is like a small song a little girl would sing to her matrioshka, standing on her bedside table. She sings to forget about the darkness and cold of the night and the loneliness she feels without … More Matrioshka (Poem)
Original (French) version below. Christmas Snow: Each day that brings us closer to Christmas, We attentively look at the sky. As we wait to place the Christ child in the crib, We also wait for snow to come. And as we display the decorations, Outside we hope to see some snowflakes. As on top of … More Christmas Snow (Poem)
Hello there! It’s been a while since I last shared with you another of my poems. I’ve been composing less over the last two months or so, university stuff, and so on, kept me busy and burnt a lot of my energy recently. Still I managed, from time to time, to compose a bit, kind … More Unutterable Pain
Hello every one! I’m currently very inspired for my poems. I’ve got do many coming out of my head. So I might share a lot with you over the next weeks. Hope you like them. 🙂 This one is called “Every Year”, relating my love for Spring, year after year. Enjoy! French (Original) Version below … More Every Year
French (Original) Version Below Captivated by the scent of the mahonia, Sheltered by the foliage of the magnolia, I look at the wind shaking the thuja. Pruning the branches of the laurel, As well as those of the hazel, I wait for the flowers of the rose tree. Inhaling the fragrant forsythia, Growing not far … More The Scent of the Mahonia
“As children are getting older and bigger, Houses are getting smaller. Then, alas, time comes, For the big moving. One get thousands of boxes, For the house to empty itself in. When sorting out things, a thousand and one memories come back, Memories with tears and memories with smiles. And finally, it’s departure for new … More The Big Moving
I believe in guardian angels. I believe there is a being, who makes, my happiness or misfortune, his. I believe in this generous soul, who, as a huge beech tree would do, cover with his arms my distressing shoulders. I believe in guardian angels. I believe there is in Heaven, beings with such soft wings, … More I believe in Guardian Angels
Little House of Ady 