I haven’t hopped on a plane for 4 years, I haven’t crossed the Atlantic for 5 years. Until my trip in Berlin, my explorations had become more local. However, my Alaskan friend Hannah has asked almost every year when I would visit since then. I have had valid excuses for a while : covid, shutdown, vaccine, then lack of time and money… … More Plane Mode
Travels are a sacred thing, you dream about it, you plan it, in your head and in your body. You save a chunk of your time, you compare plane’s ticket, then you finally book it. You can’t turn back, you are about to leave. Days, weeks or months pass by, depending on how long you have planned your trip ; it’s then time to pack – 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max – to choose essential items, to sort them, to weigh and gauge : 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max ! … More My sacred departures
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
It was a Tuesday like any other. Almost. My heart was panting and my dreams were floating. I couldn’t focus more than three minutes to intertwine two sentences. That Tuesday, I didn’t want to write. Was Mars fooling with me in that dedicated day? Or was it a random day – like today in fact … More Watching through…
Going somewhereAnywhereWriting some travel memories to explore a bit longer a bit further as if I was in 2019 in my Alaskan car gazed by American Plaines’ white moonWriting some travel memories into a novelBut the wagon bouncesBut the wagon is sickAnd so are my wordsMy unreal imagination then hangsMy unreal imagination then dreams on … More Fleeting thoughts
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
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 