La vie a le goût du café et des adieux
amère, douce, et toujours un peu magique.
Kategori: Words
Weekend in Nice with my sister:
Where the sea sparkles like champagne,
and every laugh feels like it belongs in a French film
Morgonstund har Medelhavet i mun
Påsken tar form
Ja men jag har precis anlänt till Nice och härliga 20 grader. Det här blir en specialpåsk tillsammans med lillasyster Bec vars plan just landat medan jag fixat till. Jag vet inte vad vi ska hitta på denna helg men prio är att ta det riktigt lugnt och kanske få lite fräknar. Amen
The world is warming up for Easter,
like a stage before the curtain rises
When the street sweepers arrive,
spring is already rehearsing.
Spring doesn’t ask for permission.
It arrives like a soft confession—
that even the coldest branches
have been dreaming of bloom all along
A rehearsal
is where courage warms up
before the spotlight arrives
Thursday is the quiet courage
before the curtain rises
In the studio,
every note
walks a tightrope
between fear
and magic