Strawberries & airplanes

Why not?

Believing in mermaids can change your life

... De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe? Ange ou Sirène,
Qu'importe, si tu rends, — fée aux yeux de velours,
Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! —
L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?

— Charles Baudelaire (Hymne à la Beauté)

Flowers fascination

Just saw Adaptation.
Wow.
No, no... double wow!
... triple wow deluxe!

Eggs cage-free (the taste of spontaneity)

Leaving silently

A parting word?                               
The melting snow                               
is odorless.

Haiku by Bokusui           

Moonlight regatta

Springdream

(fashion magazine cuttings pasted on an endless meadow)

My multitudinous interior worlds

Come visit them!

On the yellow one there's always the sun (remember to carry with you the suntan cream!).

You can visit the green striped one (on the top left corner) only on Fridays because on the other days it's closed (the doorwoman has 6 days off per week).

If you come on the dotted one I will show you my secret machine to make snowflakes out of tofu.

On the sixth planet of the second line (from left to right) you will discover how to convert gold fishes in gold powder only with the power of your mind.

I would like to tell you also about the others globes but now I'm sorry, I've to go on my favorite planet, the one on the bottom right corner. I use to go there every time I want to dream about a multitude of innumerable other different worlds.

(cuttings from various mags pasted on my blue mind)

Celestial variations

Powder blue over us.
Enchanted by the celestial mechanics.

Looking for our terrestrial Olympus.

Bitten by the love bug

:::H A P P Y:::

Happy like a bright yellow T-shirt hanging by a thread in the sun.
Happy like a cat at the fish market.
Happy like a bear in the salmons season.
Happy like a snowman in a cold winter day.
Happy like a monk staring at Buddha silently.
Happy like the bird on that branch with a very long worm in its beak.
Happy like polka dots.

Happy like a bicycle going downhill without braking.

Happy like a dog in a charnel house.
Happy like a swinging rocking chair.
Happy like a mushroom seated over the wet musk soaking.
Happy like the walls full of music of the composer.
Happy like a bee in a flowers field.
Happy like a lizard over a sunny rock in august.
Happy like a foot fetishist in a shoe store.
Happy like a sailor in a starry night.
Happy like a kite in the wind.
Happy like a brush in the hands of Picasso.
Happy like a Stakhanovite at work.
Happy like a mouse in the cellar of a dairy shop.
Happy like a biscuit soaked in mascarpone cream.
Happy like the mirror of Jean Seberg.
Happy like my lungs in mountain.
Happy like a claustrophobic in the Gobi desert.
Happy like a woodworm in the mahogany.
Happy like a knick knack wiped with a feather duster.
Happy like nutcracker cracking nuts listening to Tchaikovsky.
Happy like a balloon full of Brunello di Montalcino.
Happy like a parquet floor just been waxed.
:::H A P P Y:::

Move like this

Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost.
Pina Baush

On Wednesday, on Thursday, on Friday, on Saturday, on Sunday, on Monday, on Tuesday, and again on Wednesday, 

Thursday, Friday and so on and on... DANCE!

On the red bricks of the sidewalk, on the tiles of your kitchen, into the puddles, on the bed, in the shower, when you're in line, 

washing the dishes, going to the post office, on your porch, on the platform, on eggshells, over the years, 

on your own grave... DANCE!

Monday of rise and marvels

A proactive way to kickoff the new week is for sure by taking a walk on the Holy Mountain of Flowers 

under a rose sky, and cotton wool clouds.

Spectacular!

Let's get on top, there we'll drink from the source of the New Week sparkling spring days and a cup of bonjours.

What a moon

What a moon

the thief arrests a while

to sing a little song.

Haiku by Buson

Damned bus

Clackety-clack, clackety-clack, clackety-clack, clackety-clack, choo-choooooooo

(Photo from the book The Near and the Middle East)

Always In My Heart

♥

Luckily for us, love is portable :)
Wherever you are... it follows you.

♥

First two collages of the Always In My Heart Project  ♥


(Photo from the book The Near and the Middle East)

Where is your home?

Home is where one starts from.

T. S. Eliot

A place to be transparent, careful, pensive, creative, opaque, active, authentic, slaphappy, inebriated, gloomy,
melancholic, broody, nostalgic, pure, genuine, finished, bewitched, defenseless, blessed, lucky, thrilled,
deeply loved, trusted, easier, sappy, blithe, foolhardy, unlimited...

I was just passing by for a little lovenight kiss

Good night of twinkling

Things you people wouldn't swings

Because of unreportable sadnesses

The Poet’s Occasional Alternative
by Grace Paley

I was going to write a poem
I made a pie instead it took
about the same amount of time
of course the pie was a final
draft a poem would have some
distance to go days and weeks and
much crumpled paper

the pie already had a talking
tumbling audience among small
trucks and a fire engine on
the kitchen floor

everybody will like this pie
it will have apples and cranberries
dried apricots in it many friends
will say why in the world did you
make only one

this does not happen with poems

because of unreportable
sadnesses I decided to
settle this morning for a re-
sponsive eatership I do not
want to wait a week a year a
generation for the right
consumer to come along

Healing art

A single tender daisy for every barbed tip.

That's how it works.