PinnedAnneyé BlancoinResistance PoetryExileThe mist devours the road, swallowing its shadows. Leaving, in place of the orange blossom, a milky shroud of emptiness.2 min read·Sep 9, 2018----
Anneyé BlancoWhat if the Canadian Summer was the name of an internship?You’d get a cover letter like this :-)·2 min read·Oct 10, 2018--1--1
Anneyé Blancointhe CafeCold LoversThere was nothing colder than his eyes. A blustery winter tearing me up from a very high altitude. Always direct, never bridled stares. As…·2 min read·Sep 27, 2018----
Anneyé Blancointhe CafeMy Biggest MistakeIf I was gifted another life I would make more mistakes·2 min read·Aug 27, 2018--1--1
Anneyé Blancointhe CafeChasing Words* I was chasing words Today, yesterday The day before From beads of dew to phantom dives In the cafés, in the streets, on the terraces, In…3 min read·Aug 13, 2018--1--1
Anneyé BlancoThe Aftermath of a HurricaneAs Hurricane Irma advanced over the North coast of Cuba, spreading its fury against seaside towns already devastated by a more severe…2 min read·Jul 19, 2018----