Nothing. A big fat nothing on a big silver plate.

Pictures of Fall (6)

 
Even trees get wrinkles..

Pictures of Fall (5)

 
It ain't ever easy, getting up to the top.

Pictures of Fall (4)

Saving food for the scarce months of winter.

Pictures of Fall (3)

Like sprinkles on a cake..

Pictures of Fall (2)

Positively thinking it's spring..

Pictures of Fall (1)

The more, the lonelier.

Tickling the Moon

There's nothing to see

 

Don't look inside

no matter

no matter on which side of those iron bars you stand, if you're a rock, a pile of sand, if you don't hear nor feel nor see, but the blue sky can hug your dreams and hold your hand, you're free no matter on which side of the iron bars you stand.

This year's love

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Scenes

Scene one

He's waiting with her in the security check line. He pulls her hard against his chest to leave a piece of her inside. She goes through security, he steps out of the line and watches her, she waves at him, he can hardly control himself, she calls him, he loves her, he turns around and leaves.

Scene two

She walks out of the room wearing a sleeveless faintly glittering black soiree top, loosely fitting straight black pants, smooth, soft, shoulder length dark brown hair, and she looks more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before. He takes her to the restaurant, she stays close to him, he looks around searching for envious eyes, she says hello to the couple sitting at the nearby table, they sit down, her eyes are smiling, he's as happy as he's ever been.

Scene three

She's craving a hamburger, he's not hungry but he says he is so that she wouldn't eat alone, drive through at the local fast food restaurant, she says she can feed him while he's driving, he opens his mouth and takes a bite, the trees are changing color, the trucks are rushing past them, he's like a kid and she's wiping the corner of his mouth, he glances at her, how could he possibly be driving her away.

Scene four

He parks his car and walks across the driveway to get the mail, she is now boarding, he is always with her at the gate, she told him to smile before she left, he wants to smile, he finds the new yorker, he tries to turn the page, it's cold, his fingers are dry, he moves his hand towards his face and wets his finger with whatever keeps coming out of his eyes, he turns a page, now he can look for the little cartoon with a funny caption, now he can look for some fiction, now he can look at beautiful pictures of things that never were, and remember the wonderful days he will never have.

Scene five

remember your roots?

Dream a little dream

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Nature's self-mimicry

I found this object on the stairs, by the back gate of medical center north where everyday, around noon, I step out and take a relatively clean air break. At first glance, I thought it was some insect's wing. But as I ventured closer, the pouch at the narrow end of the "wing" thing revealed itself as the house of a little seed. I looked and found a few more of that peculiarity lying around. As it turns out, this wing-like object was the fruit of a small decorative pine tree kept at the back gate of the building for the viewing pleasure of visitors and employees, and had nothing to do with the flying critters I suspected at first. The utility of such an appendage to spread the seeds and perpetuate the species became all of sudden clear.

So, lots of babble to make the obvious point that nature remains fascinating in its incredible diversity, its reproducible repetitive patterns and self-mimicry, and the definitive purpose of its most rudimentary and unnoticeable elements and forms.

angel eyes

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Tree of Hearts (II)

Tree of Hearts (I)

don't think i'll ever

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This is

This is where I like to run, trip on small clouds, fall, and stand up with little pieces of cloud in my mouth and stuck on the rugged short hairs of my three-day-old beard. This is the skyscape through which I flew to see you one very early saturday morning in september. This is where I wish I were right now. This is maybe where I will be, someday after too many suns without you have passed.

anywhere but here

All the demons

The pain of not knowing who you are.
The anguish of never belonging.
The gripe of facing the sandstorm of your emotions as it rises through the horizon, riddles your eyes and your soul, and leaves you aching for a drop of poisoned water, for a knife to dig a path through your heart.
The malaise of being chosen by what you choose.
The agony of living.
The agony of dying.
The fear of dying before becoming what you were never meant to become.
The rage at you and all the demons you will one day overcome.


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Emmenez-moi

Vers les docks, où le poids et l'ennui
Me courbent le dos
Ils arrivent, le ventre alourdi de fruits,
Les bateaux

Ils viennent du bout du monde
Apportant avec eux des idées vagabondes
Aux reflets de ciel bleu, de mirages
Traînant un parfum poivré
De pays inconnus
Et d'éternels étés,
Où l'on vit presque nu,
Sur les plages

Moi qui n'ai connu, toute ma vie,
Que le ciel du nord
J'aimerais débarbouiller ce gris
En virant de bord

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Dans les bars, à la tombée du jour,
Avec les marins
Quand on parle de filles et d'amour,
Un verre à la main

Je perds la notion des choses
Et soudain ma pensée m'enlève et me dépose
Un merveilleux été, sur la grève
Où je vois, tendant les bras,
L'amour qui, comme un fou, court au devant de moi
Et je me pends au cou de mon rêve

Quand les bars ferment, et que les marins
Rejoignent leurs bords
Moi je rêve encore jusqu'au matin,
Debout sur le port

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Un beau jour, sur un raffiot craquant
De la coque au pont
Pour partir, je travaillerai dans
La soute à charbon

Prenant la route qui mène
A mes rêves d'enfant, sur des îles lointaines,
Où rien n'est important que de vivre
Où les filles alanguies
Vous ravissent le coeur en tressant, m'a-t-on dit
De ces colliers de fleurs qui enivrent

Je fuirai, laissant là mon passé,
Sans aucun remords
Sans bagage et le coeur libéré,
En chantant très fort

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

(Charles Aznavour)

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(thank you Delirious for the music)

Stuck on you

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Just married

- tsu tsu? (what do you think?)
- tsy tsu tsu. tsi tsi (a little crowded and steep. but i love the view)
- tse tsi (yeah. i do too)
- tse tsy tsutsu (and it feels like home)
- tsu tse (it does)
- tsy? (let's take it, yes?)
- tsy (let's take it)
- tsutsutsetsitsetsitsutsu (i love you)
- tsutsitsutsetsytsytsetsutsy (i love you too)