Hello, lovers! What has everybody been up to and are you all just as excited as I am that AUTUMN IS HERE? This little troll is finally coming out of her airconditioned cave to play again! Temperatures are way below 40 degrees and my smile and arms are wrapped in fluffy sweaters. Too much? It’s still like 28 degrees. I am just so friggin happy my favourite season of cosiness has arrived and for the next months I am planning on doing nothing if it’s not cosy, fluffy or sexy. Th

Hello autumn, you season of cosiness. The change of season is always an excellent time to start a new chapter, I believe. September and autumn have a serious ring to it like: vacation’s over, hide your flower dresses in the back of the wardrobe, no more being topless all the time, wear appropriate attire and put your head back on your shoulders. Adios to getting high on afternoons filled with freedom, dance at festivals until sunrise. September requires a different mask. One

The rain wakes me Earlier than I would like But hey it’s Sunday and I have Absolutely no plans but to live Life in PJ’s read poetry cook pasta Make tiny coffees all day long Place them wherever I decide to go Leave a trail of cups as memories Of the journey I made today From morning pages on my balcony To playing a jazz record sent from Belgium Cut up watermelon create a sticky mess Deep long stretches in the middle of The living room floor New poetry book on the couch Nap on

Today I received a letter. Nothing special, you might think. Well, think again baby, because this letter is literally a blast from the past. Written exactly five years ago by no one other than myself in a fine, dusty and dandy place named Black Rock City. That’s right. In 2017 I attended a letter writing workshop at Burning Man where we wrote letters to our future selves. Lick the envelope shut, write the address and the year you’d like to receive your 2017 words. I got very

This afternoon I played that record where You sing remember the love we made Of course you’re not singing to me But now you’re asking I do actually Remember the last time we met late At night in a fancy hotel room in Brussels I was impressed and laughed you’ve come a long way From that crappy cheap hotel in the center Where we barged into drunk and loud I parked my bike right then and there In the middle of the reception and As a miracle it was still there the next day The ex

Certain things run through your life like a red thread. Connecting dots of past, present and future in a way you never thought possible. Sometimes that red thread can be a place, an event, an activity, an object or a person. Rosie is one of those red threads in my life. An enchanting friend who will forever connect me back to 23-year old me travelling around Australia, running free feeling like a wild child. Anything and everything was possible. We met about ten years ago in

Sunkissed skin Bringing summer in Pouring golden glows Into my pores Time to pause No need to worry cause This is your holiday Working hard every other day For this Sunfilled bliss