Clouds are drawing romantic pictures in the Stattsbibliothek’s window. In the Landwehrkanal’s sky set. In between the weeping willow’s tears.
I don’t know if it comes from the Alte Nationalgalerie’s wolken studies a year ago.
I don’t know if it is my love of the word wolke bringing me far beyond heaven. … More Wolke studies
Those words sound like an epitaph of my own grief.
For my first Berlineer journey, I was drained. I wasn’t exploring the world, I was retiring from mine. I was escaping endless chats, constant waits, unconscious pressures.
I was coping with ideas, concepts, dreams I never had, the green city was my shelter. … More Going a song in my heart
This time, every clock is on time, every route is on road, I even have my printed and stamped ticket.
I didn’t miss my bus, even though it almost did miss me. At least for a stretch. Back to school’s fault. But, fortunately, my lucky star protected me and the autobahn ran in front of me to bring me back to Berlin despite almost failed delays and connections. … More Get off to a good start
It was a not a big departure. I didn’t go to the other end of the world. To the other end of my country at the most. Yet, I have used every possible mean of transport during this travel. The one that didn’t look like any other I have experienced. The one that contained every one of them I have been through.
It was not a big departure. But it might have been the most beautiful of all? Full of all my previous journey’s melancholy, full of all my unknown promises. … More A soul wave
She walked. Relentlessly, she walked. Wanderer. Her heart in a bag. Only survivor of her past. Lost but free. She walked like a funambulist to her Fate. She walked to find back her lost oneness. Her World was timeless. Unchanged. She lived. Instinctively. By the moon, the stars and the sun. She went through the … More The Quest
… it is in Iceland ! I finally leave Reykjavik area this morning, to go further, to meet new scenery, to apparently see an Icelandic concentrate in one peninsula. I leave early and happy, sun pierces through translucent cloudy Keflavik Bay, Reykjavik swims into a coton ocean in the distance. I leave thumb up, waiting … More I found the Giant’s Causeway’s end…
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
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
Once upon a time the world was born. Once upon a time was Pangaea. Once upon a time were a huge earthquake, a massive eruption and a series of shifts; once upon a time our world tore apart. Once upon a time was continents’ drift. Once upon a time was Iceland, mother of the last … More Once upon a time in Iceland
If an Irish shall cross your path one day, either because he got lost to go to the US, or because like me, Ireland called you through winds and rain, there is a couple of things that you need to know… First, I hope you are firmly sitting down because it will probably strike you … More How are you doing?
