To Selene. After a heatwaved Saturday, Sunday was grey. The kind of mid-grey leaning towards white and which you wouldn’t know if it’s going to color the entire day or only a fleeting and uncertain morning. The previous day’s suffocating atmosphere had simmered down, the night’s humidity lingered; or was it only a countryside’s privilege? … More The Wanderer above the sea of fog
I almost fail this post The nothing overruling me, my inspiration is gone But then Minerve rises But then her wisdom strikes And Minerve turns into Félines I almost bury this post I now give it a new name Since Aphrodite has joined My accidental keyboard And Minerve turns into Félines … More As Minerve turns into Félines
By a summer Sunday, as France was going through the traditional waltz between juilletistes (July vacationers) and aoutiens (August vacationers), I was facing my key word of the season: LET GO OF MY COMFORT ZONE. And you can tell I didn’t skimp on the concept for two days with my visionary and altruistic cousin! She … More Pic Saint Loup to the bottom
My esoteric and telluric quest in Aude probably ended there, after a one year pilgrimage… In this salted lagoon’ mesmerizing green waters. In the FOUNTAIN OF LOVE’s soft pool … More The Fountain of Love
I therefore (almost) kept the best for the end…! Planned for Fall equinox, then Spring, the mystical End of the World’s mount kept escaping to my wandering because of bad weather or lack of time. Thus, I chose another extraordinary day – May’s Lunar eclipse – to balance my poles reversing the Earth’s by hiking the PECH DU BUGARACH … More Bugarach’s miracle
Ephemeris that shall be named. Last day today. Wandering then. I contemplate, randomly walk like Stendhal did two centuries ago, let be moved by life’s chances, don’t try to make a story out of it. I don’t even have a name for today! I, who love so much the poetry of a title… It would … More Roman Holiday – DAY 10
Neighborhood. Roman neighborhoods are lazy after mid-August. Out of the centro città. Standing for the true Roman soul. Rising with a Bella ciao. Streets are empty, shops show their iron curtain. Annual closure, open in three days, in a week. Meanwhile, hot walls are sleeping. Romans has left to the sea, to the mountain. To Tuscany … More Roman Holiday – DAY 9
Astral Chorus. Energies unwind, sweep down my heart like a hurricane, like a sea storm. Once again without notice. Without lying. They take advantage of Via della Conciliazione’s width, where my wanderings just unleashed me, they sharpen their tsunami and swallow me up in order to raise my soul. They both blind ans stick me … More Roman Holiday – DAY 8
White Dreams. For a couple of days, in a – vain, since I have to go with a mask anyway – attempt to escape the heat, I take shelter in the museums’ marbled coolness. Or should I say Palaces? For they are true princess castles that, besides being living proof of endless Time and Art, … More Roman Holiday – DAY 7
Smell. Rome is beautiful, Rome is a historian earthquake, Rome is a space out of time and reality. Rome is mesmerizing, but tonight, Rome is only one thing: Rome stinks. To be true, it is not only tonight, but tonight, it strangleholds my breath, my nose and my stomach. Tonight, added to my sore feet, … More Roman Holiday – DAY 6
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 