Friday, September 29, 2006

Henri Michaux


Is France a small country compaired to the rest of the world? Do they speak a funny language? Are champagne and some wines a good excuse to know about this country?
And... what about French literature and art? Awesome, really.
Michaux was a finally admired poet and painter and a self-confessed 'Belgian from Paris.

Let's google a bit and let your minds blow.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Llutxent



OK, there you are. This is dedicated to those of you (most) who have been missing homeland pictures. Llutxent's monastery or convent is known as a major cornerstone among religious architecture and besides, from it, you can get gorgeous sights of Albaida's Valley; others choose it to spend a quiet car evening with a partner, talk the night away or even walk their dogs. Here, this dry valley looks greener than it actually is. Consequently, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
Sorry I haven't been able to take any pictures of the cloister yet.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Wave Good-bye, Say Hello


September ought to be a fairly rainy month down here. Climate change has changed so many things that are important to us; but we've changed too many which were most important to nature.
'The last one is a faggot', was a common home cry to make the other boys run for a certain goal.
Who's to blame?

These soft morning clouds may seem poetic, but proper rain does not seem to come from such clouds. Should we pray for the rain to fall like those natives used to?

Monday, September 11, 2006

Another Seaside Rendez-Vous


Rosa's huge cactus waves good-bye the summer holidays with a short-lived, splendid flower. Its sister will be in bloom within a couple of days, but just for two short hours.
Neither beauty nor youth can be everlasting; therefore, carpe diem, wrote Horace centuries ago ('pluck the day', in Latin), enjoy life while you can.

Did you ever see The Dead Poets' Society? (Highly recommended). Horace (ancient Rome), Cavafy (20th Century Greece) and Walt Whitman (USA) were lingering on. It's a small world, isn't it?

Friday, September 08, 2006

Don't smoke it, read it up.


Grass. GRAAAASSS. Greeeeen. Soft, smelly, shiny. My dogs love leaves of grass. Do you? 'Leaves of Grass', by Walt Whitman. Poetry. A newer way of picking up girls or boys. A never-failing way of feeling FINE.