Noveling Life
This portal is about writing and enjoying the very process of it, I hope you will be so kind as to share the ride with me...
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Stop Loss
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Chemins de l'Aube Up and running again...
This is a new beginning for this big project of mine. And am I just optimistic or do I see success round the corner?
Wait and see and visit us if you will : http://www.cheminsdelaube.be/
Thursday, February 26, 2009
HAVOC synopsis
Before continuing the process of writing, I will this time outline all the plot first.
So stay tuned for more news...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I miss her
I miss her
The flavour of her tong
The tenderness of her smile
The softness of her skin
Her sweet perfume
I miss her so much
I miss her a lot
And I hurt
She is just miles away
And it seems another realm
How have we become so close?
When did she find the way to my heart?
My best friend
My love
My redemption
My damnation
My love
My everything
How can I fill this void?
How can I still go on?
It hurt
It’s sweet
It’s ecstasy
Entranced, I hope to find her again
Thinking about her is bittersweet
Better yet than remembrance lost
I shall find you again beloved
Friday, August 31, 2007
She shot me down
I'm just so grateful to Sir Hannibal. Thanks to his ever amazing talent, I was inspired to write this short note down. Hope you'll enjoy it. And be sure to pay a little visit to my fellow artist’s page by clicking on the picture...
See you soon folks, I hope to update Noveling Life more regularly from now on ^_^

Shot me once with her eye
Shot me twice with her heart
Shot me trice with her mind
And I didn’t mind the gun
I stood up once with a lie
And after that it just hurt
I realized my soul was bind
Trust me, it wasn’t for the gun
And now that I am sure as hell to die
Looking at her from the cold earth
There’s no regret in neither heart nor mind
She’s just so beautiful with that gun
Monday, February 19, 2007
He did not flinch
Not by an inch
In his eyes, pride
So much for a ride
He wasn’t great
Not even right
But I cannot hide
Without a lie
That he was grateful
And to himself faithful
He accepted the deed
Not rejecting what he did
And for all my despite
My awe shan’t have respite
Cause facing his doom
In that closed room
He did not flinch
Not by an inch
Saturday, February 10, 2007
The price of beauty
Today, the countryside has put on an immaculate coat. And trees, skeletal giants with manifold blazing arms, stand proudly as departed that are asserting life again. Their solemn immutability under this scintillating white is a quiet anthem, unparalleled, to the quintessential paradox of the world.
The snow-covered landscape is so splendid that it speaks directly to my lonely heart. My tired eyes drink its poetry so that I forget about the corrosive cold which mistreats my bones. It’s the price to be paid for this vision, which is prosaically unique …