Let's share eternity

Sweet, dear, loving time

2012-01-24T08:26:00.000-08:00

I would love to be able to start this little post by declaring my undying love and affection to this trustworthy friend and dreadful enemy. However, I keep wondering if it is time that changes me or if I am to discover it doesn't actually do much to the metamorphosis taking hold of me as of late.

Oh yes, my tender flesh and young blood are changing their chemical compound at a speed I have never witnessed before. It is as if I could hear under my skin the molecules clashing and reforming and be forced to watch the very fibre that covers me expand and stretch and refold in a hurtful origami dance that seems to be going nowhere…

It may not be the first time that these changes occur. With time and age and mistakes I guess they must unfold upon anyone. Nevertheless, I have never felt them as strong and as completely out of control as these past few months.

What is there to be understood of this? Passing pages will eventually come back? Will the old be entirely replaced or be modified and kept? Will the dust gathered upon so many corners be swept away or just lay down again on other shapes?

Is the finding to be proved true... that people are merely walking equations, understood by few but mysterious to others, that love and friendship are but variables and that the melting of bodies just a coma between units and subunits… Is selfishness and doubting others to be the newly crowned queen of the reign over my future?

I don't even know where these words are taking me. It's still so blurry and dark…

"Camina la punta de mis dedos sobre tus hombros,

Sobre la piel dura, como la que cubre los libros,

Se me rompen las unas al tratar de abrirte,

Y se me queman los ojos al tratar de leerte…"

[to M., to Y., to S., to DD.]

Fragmentación

2012-01-24T05:12:00.000-08:00

Cuando abres la boca

Yo me cierro los ojos

Y le pido al cielo en silencio

Que me quema

Y que me inunde,

Que me absorbe

Y que me escupa

que al final me deja de ser

Cuando miras de un lado

Yo me cierro los ojos

Y las pido a tus manos en silencio

Que me apagan

Y que me encienden

Que me pintan

Y que me escriben

Que al cabo me disuelven

Cuando no me necesitas

Cuando no gritas por dentro

Que me comes, que me bebes, que me fumas y me pinchas

Yo me cierro los ojos

Y le pido a mi alma

Que me quema la mirada

Que me apaga cada sueno

Que me rota las costillas

Que se suelta

Y que corre

Que no mira par atrás

Ver que el vacío dentro llore…

[to Y. and S.; Salamanca]

2011-11-27T12:31:00.000-08:00

Where are you hiding my child?

Why aren't you hiding where you are supposed to?

. . .

I'll rip off my skin to cover your shoulders

And leave me as naked as before I was born

And make the world that surounds you

Leave your four walls alone...

I'll give you my hands to sew to your elbows

To cover the cracks and rebuild the windows

And be a statue of warmth and of silence

Left for your pleasure of constance...

. . .

And I'll hear all of the noise

And I'll drink all of the words

That may someday kill your joys

Or be knocking on your door...

No thighs will give you such a welcome

No legs will hide you just as well

No other arms will ever hold you

With the power of an eggshell...

And I'll be like a little shadow

You may sometimes touch or kiss

And then dissapear forever

And be back if I am missed...

[to Y.]

2011-11-05T09:21:00.000-07:00

Come sway with me my long lost lover,

Hope and dreams are gone for thee

Drown your anger to the other

In my sheets and sheets to be.

Bend my skin as you may please

Bend my mind and breaths and knees

Tare apart the walls and laces

Leave me sinking in embraces.

Take my thoughts and thoughts to be

Break them from reality

Make me lie and cheat and hate

Be your slave from dusk to wake...

Teach my heart how to care less

So that my mind won't die of loss...

[to Espñ.]

Unsculptured

2011-02-12T01:50:00.000-08:00

[to A.N. and Dj.]

2011-02-12T01:49:00.001-08:00

Non-Couleurs

2011-01-12T13:43:00.000-08:00

[to Dj.]

Leftovers

2011-01-02T19:08:00.000-08:00

[Montréal; Canada; October 2010]

Ilness

2011-01-02T19:05:00.000-08:00

[Deauville; August 2010]

Nowhere

2010-12-14T12:17:00.000-08:00

[Deauville; August 2010]

2010-12-14T12:14:00.001-08:00

Someone asked me a few days ago what the purpose of this blog was. Pretty basic yet tricky question when you would expect artistic criticism or praise, or comments on style, or rhythm or ideas…

I therefore find myself in a pretty weird situation trying to explain this not to others but to myself. Maybe I’ve changed a little in time and am now more open to the world than I was before, but I had to admit that when it was created, this blog was merely an intimate journal. A little girl’s diary, with everything she could not dream to say or express in any other way than encrypted bits and pieces behind a series of symbols, and colour palettes and letter and pencil lines.

However, in time some posts became less personal and more “for the sake” of art and sharing with others while some have turned into a pretty dirty story for those capable of peeking behind the curtains.

I would therefore conclude that my blog’s purpose, just like many others (even all), is what it is, changes with the point of view or perception you have of each piece or the big picture…it’s nothing actually…unless me or you give it a purpose of being…

[As an answer to Dj.]

Stampede

2010-10-17T10:27:00.000-07:00

[Deauville; August 2010]

Small death...

2010-10-12T02:43:00.000-07:00

[So much for the innocence... August 2010]

Paintings

2010-02-17T12:30:00.001-08:00

[View over the Baltic Sea; february 2010]

Crack

2010-02-17T09:54:00.000-08:00

[View over the outskirts of Charleroi; Belgium; february 2010]

2009-12-21T02:58:00.000-08:00

[Madrid; Spain; 2007; No comments on this picture. Statue of a malnourished african child in the middle of the sidewalk on a street in Madrid...]

Tropa de elite

2009-12-21T02:51:00.000-08:00

[Cordoba; Spain; 2007]

Humming

2009-11-16T02:58:00.000-08:00

I simply love it when you’re sad
Sad eyes, sad eyes, my darling darling’s eyes

I simply love it when you cry
Sad eyes, forgiving eyes, that don’t care about my lies

I simply love it when you smile
Sad smile, sweet smile, my darling darling’s smile

...

If all you need is found in me
If I am here right next to you
If all we did or what we’ll do
Does not count…then why?

I can see those big eyes sad?
I can feel your heart stopped beating?
I can barely hear you breathing?
When I hold you in my arms….

Where’s the warmth that was in you?
Where, the things we used to do?
Why your lips are cold and dry?
Why you’re smiling when you cry?

[cheap, all nighter poetry again...sorry for the lack of deepness...but it just sounds good...feels good...; to all]

2009-08-26T07:15:00.001-07:00

How dare the nightingale sing
Filling my ears with music's poison
When all I need or want to hear
Is merely thy voice from lips of crimson

How dare the sunlight glow at dawn
Waking me up from dreams divine
Torn asunder with a frown
For not thou arms I'd surely die...

[Midnight romance just hits me sometimes...I'm not Shakespeare but I hope you enjoy; to E.P.]

2009-08-24T03:58:00.000-07:00

" What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon; "

[Shakespeare's "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" (III.i.170-187), speech given by Valentine]

Word of the day

2009-06-08T14:02:00.000-07:00

in·ef·fa·ble adj. Beyond expression in words

Because this is the way I feel now...I'd like to say I haven't felt like this in a long time...the truth is I haven't felt this way...ever...at all...not even close...So I won't even try to express it or explain it...it's ineffable...beyond expression in words...I'm starting to believe it's even not totally and fully conceivable by the human mind and spirit...maybe what i'm conscious of is just the tip of the iceberg...the rest too profound, too deep for a mere mortal to embrace...

I shall leave this little post surrounded by mist and questions...I myself cannot answer them...but I've given up trying to...it's just one of those feelings in life you let take over and not put a fight, don't try to decorticate or dissect...

It just hurts so much and fills one up with such rapture and joy...I wish to you all to feel something like it in your lives..it's worth it!

http://www.deezer.com/track/881600

[to you]

Summer heat mood

2009-05-18T05:23:00.000-07:00

[Instead of helping me out Eve was taking photos...hahah lots of fun that day! Won't forget it soon!]

2009-05-18T05:18:00.000-07:00

What elegance, style, power...perfect animals...
[Concours de saut d'obstacles; April 2009]

Little smiles...faith...

2009-04-23T06:43:00.000-07:00

Do not expect to find any logic in what follows. It's only random thoughts and ideas...

Ha! Done it agaaain! The straw that broke the camel's back [thank's for this one Arthur...]

Beeing alone [as in home alone or single] is by far the worst living nightmare I can go through. Fear of hights can be fought...but how can you fight a fear of abyss? Well as the immortal genius of Disney taught us all, "When you've hit the bottom, the only way left to go is up." So the smile is still there, so are the eagle eyes and the hunt and abandon continue...

I rediscovered lately my profound love for Jack Daniels. Who said that all that is really good in life is either immoral, illegal or fattening was soooo right....just let vices reign.

And let us not forget books. One of the few ways of expression that is capable of materializing the human soul. So long live books, and constitutions, and white sheets that simply cry to be filled with comments, poems, homework...

And then there's gorgeous eyes. Some look at the face, the clothes, the breasts, the legs, the muscles, the hair, the ass. I look at the eyes...and although I fight against it with all my coscious beeing blue-green light eyes always get to me. It's one of those situations when you don't even know anymore if you want to win or loose the battle...

Babysitting 21 year-olds can happen! And beeing a mommy feels soo good and fulfilling and pissign at the same time...I wonder how the parents of the world stand their children...[Note to self: The other way arround is cliché but still interresting to ask...]

Theme park rides rock! In the end you feel like you've been trapped in a Coke can all day long and somebody shook you up and down...

Oh! Aaand...let us not forget sentimental comas. Sugar-free, biological, self preservation techniques that induce drunken like effects on their victims preventing them from feeling all those grumpy, black, bad-hair, wrinkle-maker feelings...[side effects may appear: weird stuff like freedom, jumping arround, dance moves, and "I don't give a fuck!" sensations]

Having good friends next to you and the pair of perfect blue-green eyes above mentionned in front of you can make you feel life is perfect!

And to finsh this speech let us all keep a moment of silence and pay our respects to good kissers, french declarations of human rights, and teacups of morning hope...

[to E., F.V., Anto., Arthur and coconut flavoured rubber ducks]

Easy Prey

2009-04-01T07:14:00.000-07:00

I would really apreciate any piece of advice, critics, ideas...

[I added the original piece that inspired me. I never took any drawing lessons so I need an image or an object to look at or at least some elements in order to draw...I can't imagine all the details...]

[to. Auré B.]

Rehearsal

2009-03-22T07:29:00.000-07:00

Rehearsal

(Act 3; Scene II)

[She, crying alone beside the walls; He enters the stage though Hell‘s Gate]

She (towards the skies) :

Drawn by temptation towards insecurity
I tried to avoid all the traps laid before me

(towards him, rapidly) :
I beg of you! Rescue me from this full of hate place
Before the insanity of it all leaves any trace!
Please give me back what I’ve tenfold given away
Fly me to love, take me to Heaven, save me I pray!
Take my purposeless being giving me yours
Giving a reason to pass to all my life’s hours...

...

Chorus (slowly, in a murmur):
Listen…the evil around screams in despair
For love and truth somehow won though they fought fair
All the bad and sadness and loneliness cry
‘Cause dark was again spread by one spark in an eye...

[V., DD., D. ; 2005 - 2006]

Photo "shooting"

2009-03-20T05:56:00.000-07:00

Ha! Me and my plays on words...
[Pompidou Museum of Modern Art; Paris; France]

Tatoo wrapping

2009-03-20T05:51:00.000-07:00

[ listening to http://www.deezer.com/track/720511 ]

[to M.; Because no matter how hard we try or how much we want to do it we just can't read through flesh...and because white sheets are perfect to wrap up any dirty secret...what a paradoxe...]

Flight above Japan

2009-03-20T05:08:00.000-07:00

[to. CTD de RI; Tried some new techniques...but I still adore my good old simple pencils...]

Quand je t'ai vu, la première fois

2009-03-08T05:14:00.001-07:00

[Ils sont arrivés
Se tenant par la main
L'air émerveillé
De deux chérubins...

Et quand j'ai fermé
La porte sur eux
Y avait tant de soleil
Au fond de leurs yeux
Que ça m'a fait mal,
Que ça m'a fait mal...]

Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
La première fois
Que tu souriais
Et tu regardais
Droit dans ses yeux…

Et je me rappelle
Même si c’est flou
Que tu t’es penchée
Et t’as chuchotée
Je n’ai pas entendu…

Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
Cette première fois
Quand tu souriais
Alors j’ai compris
Que tu me mentais…

Et je me rappelle
Quand toi tu m’as vu
La première fois
Le brun de mes yeux
Il s’est tout fondu
En claires ruisseaux…

Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
La première fois
Quand tu regardais
Tout droit dans ses yeux…
Alors j’ai compris
Que tu me mentais…
Et tout s’est fondu
En claires ruisseaux…

[to F., to his M.; top lyrics: "Les amants d'un jour" - Edith Piaf]

This is just you

2009-03-04T16:54:00.000-08:00

Now you’re feeling it burn
Let the monster get out
It’s burning inside of you
Simply consuming all out

Let it just burn
Let it consume all that’s left
Let it get out,
The monster’s been spleeping too long
Just let it get out
Give it a chance to explain
Let it all bun
The flames leave but smoke
That’s what you are
A creature of mist
A creature of smoke
Let the monster clawl out
Let if be free
Give yourself in and let it be you
You won’t feel no pain
It’s just part of you
You won’t feel a thing
The others wont too
Let if be free
And only then can you fly
Will you elope
When it’s taking your hand
Guiding your steps
Let it burn out
Let it burn over
So it won’t destroy you
This is not a war
This is just you
Falling from
Hights you’ve never known
Diving too deep inside the howl
This is not a war
This won’t even hurt
Just let it burn out
The monster inside you
So it can be free
It will take your hands
And spin you around
And show you a new world
And give you your wings

Let it be free,
The monster inside you
Let it get out
Before it consumes you
It is part of yourself
So let it take over…

["Just swallow this song
Don't ask yourself why
This torture now falls
You can't imagine how long
It took me to find you
Lost my grip upon life
And now it's all over...";

to F., to M., to R., to O., to A., to ML., to C., to C., to Mk., to V., to DD., to...many others...]

2009-02-12T09:18:00.001-08:00

Well...for the second time since I've created this humble blog I have to tell you all a "see you soon" for I'm taking a break from posting...I shall simply dissapear for a while although (very) exceptional posts may appear...

This time it is not a well deserved but a necessary break I am imposing miself...Got to iron out some old T-shirts...

Mots pour un inconnu

2009-02-10T07:11:00.000-08:00

"Viens ici dans mes bras...
Où les montres ne marchent pas...
Où chaque muscle, chaque fibre, chaque soufle est à toi..."

[pur F. " allé fais moi un beau sourire!" ; pour R. parce que...]

2009-02-10T06:59:00.000-08:00

[Chenonceau Castle; Loire Valley; France]

2009-02-02T14:26:00.000-08:00

How good it feels sometimes to just cry it all away and start afresh a few moments later beneath the wet traces black mascara a shiny innocent smile...

Scratches

2009-01-16T17:29:00.001-08:00

And yet sometimes it simply takes over me...this strange sensation...the empty bowel and crawly feeling under my backbone and thighs...I cannot actually define it...I just know it makes me cry late at night or early with dawn when I'm finally alone with myself for a moment, under the warmth of the covers...I can't stop myself from thinking that maybe this isn't a feeling that "is"...but that it tryes to tell me something "isn't"...the butterflies aren't all sweet and peach skin soft...sometimes they scratch the inside untill you feel like growling...and you toss and turn and wrestle with it...but how can one fight an illusion?thin air?an impression or a dream?...you cannot ...at least you cannot through nowadays methods...we humans have lost that purity of soul that made our ancestors capable of proving such memorial feelings as honour, faith, selflessness...some way we have managed to forget that...yet the traces are still there and they exist ...whitch means that there is hope... it is maybe this ancient howl that cries in our ears late at night not letting us sleep...maybe it tries to come back, just like a memory we have fought to keep under for generations...and there is one more thing the world misses today...it is described as love...oh! what a waste, what an incoherence...how can we dare put it all in only one word...when all the complexity of the human mind and soul isn't capable of describing not even the thiniest slice of this starange material...and yet...the fade scent of faith and hope that still touch our senses from time to time have kept enough strenght to revive..if only a little..this feeling...only a little ...too much would be deadly...I have come to understand that we have not the intellectual, physical and soul strenght to survive such a profound desease..such a crushing blessing..such a thing...

So I sit in front of a mirror image of myslef saying this...it's there I know..all of it..it is just too weak to revive...too pale, malnourished and forgotten...supressed....the day we have locked up in the catacombs of our minds and chests theese indefinable feelings and ideals is the day we became mortal...and mortal we shall be untill the day our eyes close and our ribs rip our chests open...

Dreaming together

2009-01-09T05:26:00.000-08:00

Philosophy is the Sunday of life
Don't you know...
How dreaming is nice
Don't you know...
I want to close my eyes and drift away...

Cause we all stop and dream
Sometimes
It's hard to realise
The dream is over...

And when reality hits you
Close your eyes
And then the dreaming takes you..
embraces you, enraptures you, makes love to you...

So close your eyes
And smile
And dream your life away
And let yourself flow...away..

You and I dreaming together
'Till the end of time
Would you consent to be my...dremhalf!
And we'll dream together
'Till the end of time

So close your eyes and let me kiss them
Open your lips and let me traspass then..
Spread your thighs and I'll...Wow!

You and I dreaming together
You and I kissing, toughing, embracing, slipping, rolling, melting, confounding...together...
'Till the end of time!

You and me dreaming together...
Would you consent to...give me yourself..in a dream...

[For once...not dedicated to anyone.Maybe just to myself.I've been giving away too much too all the wrong people and I'm just going to be selfish this once.at least untill some other very unworthy stranger crosses by path again...:)]

Happy New Year!

2009-01-02T08:11:00.000-08:00

Friends are those without whom you wouldn't be the same... Raise your glasses for all the friends of the world...

Because tomorrow is tonight...

2008-12-04T15:40:00.000-08:00

Because tonight I cannot concentrate...
Because tonight I feel fresh and blooming...
Because tonight I smile without knowing why...
Because tonight I am simply made of music and song...
Because tonight I cannot study french constitutions anymore...
Because tonight I think I'm a lillte more in love than the average...
Becasue tonight I want to be like those lovely nudes in the paintings...
Because tonight I cannot do anything else but think about my walking poem...

Because there's tomorrow...

Hairpin [I]

2008-12-03T06:02:00.000-08:00

[ Citadel of Lille; France; Fête Nationale Française, 14 juillet 2008]

Discovery

2008-12-03T04:37:00.000-08:00

Hi hi hi...I wonder if before getting to a HomoSapiens level we did the same?
[Basel Zoo; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

Blue thoughts corridor

2008-11-01T14:12:00.000-07:00

Keep smiling!

2008-10-30T16:12:00.001-07:00

There are moments in life when no matter how hard it gets there's always good friends, hot lips and fine wine to keep your hopes up!!

Hopes

2008-10-25T15:12:00.000-07:00

[Geneva; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

Goldbath

2008-10-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

[Saint Tropez; France; May2008]

Sleep away...

2008-10-10T15:26:00.000-07:00

[Louvre museum; Paris; France; 2007]

Bern awakens

2008-09-28T14:00:00.000-07:00

[Bern; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

Lonely

2008-09-24T14:52:00.000-07:00

[Basel Zoo; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

Target nowhere

2008-09-24T14:10:00.000-07:00

[Salzburg; Austria; Aug.2007]

Ploaia cade peste noi

2008-09-16T15:34:00.000-07:00

Ochii verzi şi pielea udă
Cade ploaia peste noi
Udă-i iarba şi prea udă
Pielea ta.

Cade ploaia peste noi
Buze moi şi pielea udă
Visul meu şi-o rază nouă-n
Ochii tăi.

Vino! Vino! şi dă-mi mâna
Cade ploaia peste noi
Să fugim acum departe-n
Visul meu.

Buze moi şi ochii verzi
Iarba udă, uzi şi noi
Cade ploaia peste noi
Şi pielea-i udă.

Buze moi pe pielea udă
Ochii verzi închişi de-acum
Nu fugim ci-aici pe iarbă
Cade ploaia peste noi.

["Poème aux inconnus"; D.; R.]

Winter's day

2008-09-10T13:30:00.000-07:00

[Basel Zoo; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

March

2008-09-10T13:08:00.000-07:00

[Lausanne; Switzerland; Aug.2008]

"Let's summer still..."

2008-08-31T02:58:00.000-07:00

Finally back from my little vacations to nowhere!

Switzerland was more than wonderfull and Italy simply begs to be visited again and again. So much beauty compacted into a few cities.

I've danced, I've been happy, I fell in love, I dared, I sang, I flyed, I went out, I ate calories, I tanned, I kissed, I laughed out loud...
And I've grown up this summer too. And I've learned so much. I've learned a few life lessons. Of what I want, and what I should be wanting. How no matter how angelic a pair of eyes may be they can still lie. Of how I simply adore tequila sunrise and my too strict parents. How I love black lingerie and tanned skin, spanish again and again, good music, good books, and sipping hot coffe while dipping my toes into the calm waters of a swimming pool. And I've been doing all the foolish things young girls do during summertime...and I don't regret it a bit.
So now I'm up for the new school year (hey you can only start college once!)...

All happy and smiling...as you all know me...He hee...

Goodbye

2008-07-26T07:02:00.001-07:00

Well this is it. I have to say goodbye!

I need a break from all this chaos. I need time to put some order into my priorities and find my equilibrium. I've been through a roller coaster of ups and downs lately and now I feel a little dizzy, a little ill.
I'm just dried out...no more inspiration, no more ideas, no more desire to work...a sort of sentimental coma has taken over me. Partially my fault I must admit...I just believed too much...and I was proven wrong...

So I'm taking my break...my well deserved rest...my long noon sleep...

All left to say is goodbye...

[Photo: Reims; France; May 2008]

2008-07-26T03:34:00.000-07:00

[France; 2006]

Spilled...

2008-07-23T15:00:00.000-07:00

"Ce soir...ce soir j'écris..."

... Not because I would have too much to say or too much to write about..but because it's been days that I have this line in my head...

I'm not too good at autobiographies...How can one describe to others what is happening to him if he himself doesn't know it...

I felt lost theese few weeks...not in the bad way...I feel like I've lost my contour...like water spilling from a broken glass...is it freedom , is it just waste? I cannot know ...I just feel I've lost my lines...I 've been so divided...betweek the many sides of myself and now...others too...

I feel like dancing the waltz and sleeping naked..drinking flows of wine and kissing full lips...because after all it's all we have, all that remains after it all ends ...

I find myself once again waitign in front of my own open door...a door that had been shut closed and locked for a long time...maybe for the first time I've opened it myself without hearing a knock...now i'm wondering if there's really someone on the other side or if it was only my imagination...

I try to find my equilibrilum...maybe mercury can be hold in place after all...so I breathe and I dance..and I spread my legs and my arms and curve and bend untill the contour lines crack...

Lately I've been doing what I haven't done in a long time..I've cried at night and smiled at daybreak ..I've lied and felt my remords..I've dared to tend the chord...I've waited with impatience...and I fell in love again and again...with the same pair of eyes, the same song, the same gesture...

...and I now dare to dare again..even if it might be just another jump into nothing... if that be the case I hope I learn in time how to fly or that somebody catches me...

Morning quest

2008-07-23T14:53:00.000-07:00

[Blankenberge; Belgium; Dec.2007]

2008-07-15T06:04:00.000-07:00

[No I don't play the guitar...yet! But as Archimedes said “Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth.” The will is there...all I need more is the guitar and the world shall be at my merci.]

Transparent

2008-07-12T12:34:00.000-07:00

Because it's been such a long time since I haven't felt this way...

[to C.]

Details

2008-07-10T13:11:00.000-07:00

[Royal gardens; Brussels; Belgium; 2008]

2008-07-10T13:00:00.000-07:00

[Royal gardens; Brussels; Belgium; 2008]

Ratatouille

2008-07-09T08:54:00.000-07:00

Remy: We’re thieves, and what we’re stealing is, let’s be honest, garbage.
Django: It’s not stealing if no one wants it.
Remy: If no one want’s it, then why are we stealing it?

Gusteau: Ahh, but that is no match for wishful thinking! If you're focused on what you've left behind, you will not be able to see what lies ahed. Now go up and look around!

Remy: [watching Linguini's clumsy attempt to repair the soup he spilled] No! It's... he's ruining the soup!
[to Gusteau]
Remy: It's YOUR restaurant! Do something!
Gusteau: But what can I do? I am merely a figment of your imagination!

Linguini: Oh, and thanks, by the way, for... um... all the... advice. On cooking.
Colette: And thank you as well.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: [grins] Taking it!

Rémy: He's your son?!
Gusteau: I have a son?!
Rémy: How could you not know?!
Gusteau: I-I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know, how could I?

Colette: We don’t mean to be rude, but… we’re French.

Django: [Remy turns to leave] Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.

...Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin
Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin...
Et sortez les bouteilles, finis les ennuis
Je dresse la table, de ma nouvelle vie ...

Enjoy... :)

Snow trees

2008-07-07T08:00:00.000-07:00

[Gardens of El Escorial; Spain; 2007]

Let's "summer"!

2008-07-02T15:13:00.000-07:00

Summer is here! A great feeling is alive again! Let's be happy, let's not worry, let's fall in love, let's dare, let's talk, let's fly, let's sing, let's get out, let's eat calories, let's tan, let's kiss, let's be friends, let's laugh out loud, let's not focus on ourselves and on others...let's just..BE...this summer...

P.S. Help me add to this list!! What would you like to do more this summer? :)

Insight

2008-07-02T04:34:00.000-07:00

[Keukenhof; Holland; April 2008]

Fairy dust

2008-06-23T04:52:00.000-07:00

[The butterfly in my room ha ha :)]

On the edge

2008-06-23T04:42:00.000-07:00

[Oceanographic Museum and Aquarium; Monaco]

2008-06-09T05:59:00.000-07:00

[Salzburg; Austria; July 2007]

True love

2008-06-09T05:55:00.000-07:00

As any respectable photographer I have and hold dear my trird eye...

[My room. My love...Sony DSC-H7 he hee...]

The Importance of being Earnest

2008-06-08T04:54:00.000-07:00

" 'Algy, you're always talking nonsense.'
'It's better than listening to it.' "

"To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune.To lose both looks like carelessness. "

" 'Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?'
'I didn't think it polite to listen, Sir.' "

"London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years."

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!"

"The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty and to someone else if she is plain."

"Ah! That must be Aunt Augusta. Only relatives, or creditors, ever ring in that Wagnerian manner."

"It is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind."

"In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity is the vital thing."

"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."

Wonderfull! I haven't had such a laugh in ages. Such a humorous slyness, such sweet nonsensical happenings and such simply outrageous doctrines and views upon life can rarely be seen all toegether. A wonderfull comedy! I cried with laughter.I do recomend it to all those that are in need of a good soul lightening laugh. :)

["The Importance of being Earnest" (2002); Directed by Oliver Parker. With Rupert Everett, Colin Firth]

2008-06-06T09:48:00.000-07:00

"Espero curarme de ti en unos días.
Debo dejar de fumarte, de beberte, de pensarte.
Es posible. Siguiendo las prescriptiones de la moral en turno.
Me receto tiempo, abstinencia, soledad."

[Jaime Sabines]

Angular shader brush marks [Brush lines (3)]

2008-06-05T14:25:00.000-07:00

[View out my window....Marcq-en-Baroeul;France]

Fan brush marks [Brush lines (2)]

2008-06-05T14:02:00.000-07:00

[Yep; another view out my window....Marcq-en-Baroeul;France]

Dagger brush marks [Brush lines (1) ]

2008-06-05T13:42:00.000-07:00

[View out my window....Marcq-en-Baroeul;France]

Butterflies

2008-06-03T11:23:00.000-07:00

[Keukenhof; Holland; April 2008]

Mess in bulk

2008-06-02T13:05:00.001-07:00

[Street market; Nice; France; May 2008]

Journey

2008-05-28T03:36:00.000-07:00

[Blankenberge; Belgium; Dec.2007]

Souvenir...meltdown

2008-05-28T03:23:00.000-07:00

[St.Tropez; France]

2008-05-26T15:04:00.000-07:00

"Maybe...maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we've been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney."

["Kate and Leopold" (2001), Directed by James Mangold;With Meg Ryan, Hugh Jackman]

Night march

2008-05-26T14:45:00.000-07:00

[Marseille; France]

2008-05-26T14:38:00.000-07:00

[Oceanographic Museum and Aquarium; Monaco]

"Lie me the truth my love..."

2008-05-19T08:50:00.000-07:00

A truth my love , cannot be called a truth if not be proved.
And by all means love, proof can easely be found in lover's eyes,
For all that's falsehood, love rebuilts and gives the form of truth
And thus all words are truth in lover's eyes.

You therefore needen't be dicouradged by demands
Of proof that lovers make; For they will see what they are asking for
In every place, if coming from their lover's mouths.

And thus I pray, my love, tell me the truth,
Or speak thou mouth whatever it may please,
For lover's ears, they still shall hear the naked truth.

[C.]

2008-05-04T16:38:00.000-07:00

[Keukenhof; Holland; April 2008]

Explosion

2008-05-04T16:25:00.001-07:00

[Royal gardens; Brussels; Belgium; 2008]

Day of creation [2]

2008-05-04T16:05:00.000-07:00

2008-04-24T14:25:00.000-07:00

This is the little angel who stole my heart! :)

Loupe over heart fusion

2008-04-18T13:13:00.000-07:00

"Someday after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of Love, and then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire."
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

[50th anniversary of the Atomium and the 1958 World's Fair; Brussels; Belgium; April.2008]

Loupe over nuclear fusion

2008-04-18T11:15:00.000-07:00

[50th anniversary of the Atomium and the 1958 World's Fair; Brussels; Belgium; April.2008]

Pues te quedas conmigo...

2008-04-15T12:49:00.000-07:00

"Puedes irte y no importa, pues te quedas conmigo

como queda un perfume donde había una flor.

Tú sabes que te quiero, pero no te lo digo;

y yo se que eres mía, sin ser mío tu amor."

["Poema del amor ajeno";Jose A. Buesa]

Road to perdition

2008-04-14T00:34:00.000-07:00

[Spain; Feb.2008]

Speranta...

2008-03-26T05:42:00.001-07:00

Un necunoscut paseste spre mine…

Stii tu oare suflet strain,

Ca-n tine intreaga-mi speranta,

Sta-nchisa, spunandu-mi sa vin,

Si sa-ti cer impreuna o viata?...

Stii tu oare suflet curat,

Ca-n tine-i puterea iertarii

Pentru-acei care stramb au calcat,

Prezentul cu tine-i da-ncet uitarii?...”

Stii tu oare suflet pereche,

Ca mi te-as da chiar pe mine,

Reluand o poveste infinit mai veche,

O alta ”eu” traind pentr-un ”tine”?...

Acelasi necunoscut trece pe langa mine...

[G.; DD]

Lover's feet [2]

2008-03-24T15:35:00.001-07:00

[Lille; France]

Eye of the beholder

2008-03-24T15:14:00.001-07:00

[Medina Azahara ("The golden city")archaeological site; Almodóvar del Rio;Spain ; Fev.2008]

2008-03-24T14:37:00.000-07:00

[Charlerois; Belgium - Madrid; Spain Flight; Feb.2008]

Together [2]

2008-03-19T12:24:00.001-07:00

[Blankenberge; Belgium; Dec. 2007]

Together

2008-03-19T11:18:00.000-07:00

[Blankenberge; Belgium; Dec. 2007]

Lost and found

2008-03-19T11:16:00.000-07:00

The human mind is by far one of the most complex and weird things there is...

I once read a cute little postcard saying that one needs one second to notice someone special, one minute to take a liking to that someone, one hour to cherish and love...but that it takes a lifetime to forget them...

Well I approve to all of that due to personal experience ... However (there is always a "however") I found out today that it takes nothing more than a blink of an eye (not even a serious reason) for that someone to loose all admirance and love ...

I therefore declare myself cured... Hi hi! :)

[C.]

Bathing grounds

2008-03-18T02:26:00.000-07:00

[Blankenberge; Belgium; Dec. 2007]

Cheap

2008-03-18T00:54:00.000-07:00

You wanna hear a cheapsong

I'll sing it to you
You wanna hear a cheapstory
I'll tell it to you

Take me,I'm yours
But payement comes first
Dawn's light falls over the money on the night table
Money on the night table...

Bird of the night
Mortal's cheap, second-class flight
May it pour euros, dollars and pounds
May it pour dollars and pounds...

Thighs spread wide open
If you press the right button...
So take me I'm yours
But don't forget that payement comes first
Money comes first...

I'm yours and yours, yours and yours
Next please! Don't push! Who wants to go first?
Who wants to go first?
Payement comes first
Money comes first
The highest bidder goes first...

[A. by P.D.; to C.]

Voyage au bout du monde [2]

2008-03-08T12:26:00.000-08:00

[Brussels; Belgium; 2007]

Let's share eternity

Sweet, dear, loving time

Fragmentación

Unsculptured

Non-Couleurs

Leftovers

Ilness

Nowhere

Stampede

Small death...

Paintings

Crack

Tropa de elite

Humming

Word of the day

Summer heat mood

Little smiles...faith...

Easy Prey

Rehearsal

Photo "shooting"

Tatoo wrapping

Flight above Japan

Quand je t'ai vu, la première fois

This is just you

Mots pour un inconnu

Scratches

Dreaming together

Happy New Year!

Because tomorrow is tonight...

Hairpin [I]

Discovery

Blue thoughts corridor

Keep smiling!

Hopes

Goldbath

Sleep away...

Bern awakens

Lonely

Target nowhere

*Ploaia cade peste noi*

Winter's day

March

"Let's summer still..."

Goodbye

Spilled...

Morning quest

Transparent

Details

Ratatouille

Snow trees

Let's "summer"!

Insight

Fairy dust

On the edge

True love

The Importance of being Earnest

Angular shader brush marks [Brush lines (3)]

Fan brush marks [Brush lines (2)]

Dagger brush marks [Brush lines (1) ]

Butterflies

Mess in bulk

Journey

Souvenir...meltdown

Night march

"Lie me the truth my love..."

Explosion

Day of creation [2]

Loupe over heart fusion

Loupe over nuclear fusion

Pues te quedas conmigo...

Road to perdition

Speranta...

Lover's feet [2]

Eye of the beholder

Together [2]

Together

Lost and found

Bathing grounds

Cheap

Voyage au bout du monde [2]

Ploaia cade peste noi