The morning is a hazy as the sun while setting yesterday, and Reykjanes black Peninsula is longing for my explorations. I start with Kleifarvtn Lake’s immensity, smooth and blue of the grey sky, I feel so tiny on the top of the volcanic mound that should open my eyes to the ocean if the sky … More Melancholic Volcanoes’ song
I finally land to the Northern of my life I have ever been. Exhausted. It is a beautiful but cold day that looks like a sunny winter in Toulouse, like an Irish spring and I’m now two hours behind France. I cross desert fields, lined with Reykjanes Peninsula asleep or not volcanoes, leading me from … More Smoke Cove
Everything looks like a beginning today. First day of August. New Moon. Lughnasa’s Celtic bonfires. Irish time for truce, Irish time for love…It is truly time to go now. New unknown is coming for me now, with a nice remember of my past travels: last September, as I was leaving Canada after my jeopardized new … More Flying two winds
After four hanging days, two more hours of wait at the mechanic including fifteen improvised poetic minutes and our ABS light unwilling to turn off, the car is finally healed. I leave at midnight GTM +2 towards Cherbourg for the shortest road trip ever… There will be no trip, only the road! … More Celtic Twilight
I’m driven across County Clare winding roads and enjoy my Irish cliché: green fields parted with small stony and old walls. And sometimes, grazing sheep within. And sometimes, a ruin of a wall, a castle or a tower within; only remembrance left of a hidden past. A few forgotten ghosts might probably still wander trapped … More Tir fo Thuinn
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 