[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

[Cordoba; Spain; 2007]

Humming

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]

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.]

" 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

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

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

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

Little smiles...faith...

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

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

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"

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

Tatoo wrapping

[ 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

[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

[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

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...]

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

"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...]

[Chenonceau Castle; Loire Valley; France]

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

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

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!

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