PinnedAnneyé BlancoinResistance PoetryExileThe mist devours the road, swallowing its shadows. Leaving, in place of the orange blossom, a milky shroud of emptiness.Sep 9, 2018Sep 9, 2018
Anneyé BlancoWhat if the Canadian Summer was the name of an internship?You’d get a cover letter like this :-)Oct 10, 20181Oct 10, 20181
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…Sep 27, 2018Sep 27, 2018
Anneyé Blancointhe CafeMy Biggest MistakeIf I was gifted another life I would make more mistakesAug 27, 20181Aug 27, 20181
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…Aug 13, 20181Aug 13, 20181
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…Jul 19, 2018Jul 19, 2018