“Everything Is Illuminated…” – Jonathan Safran Foer
motto: le Soleil aime tellement la Lune – the Sun loves the Moon so much
qu’il meurt avant la tombée de la nuit – that he passes away before nightfall
afin qu’elle puisse respirer et revivre - to let her breathe and relive
leur amour en noir et blanc… – their love in black and white…(Mélanie NB)
“It was almost dark when the sound of crickets awoke her. She lit the Shabbos candles, observed the shadows against her hands, covered her eyes and said the blessing, and went up to the Kolker’s bed. His face was badly bruised and swollen. Brod, he said, but she silences him. She brought up a small block of ice from the cellar and held it against his eye until his face couldn’t feel anything, and her hand couldn’t feel anything.
- I love you, she said. I do.
– No you don’t, he said.
– But I do, she said, touching his hair.
– No. It’s OK. I know you’re much smarter than me, Brod, and that I’m not good enough for you. I was always waiting for you to figure it out. Every day. I felt like the czar’s food taster, waiting for the night when the dinner would be poisoned.
– Stop, she said. It’s not true. I do love you.
– You stop.
– But I love you.
- It’s OK. I’m OK. She touched the puffy blackness around his left eye. The down, which the saw blade had released from the pillow, clung to tears on their cheeks.
– Listen, he said, I’ll be dead soon.
– Stop. We both know it. Stop. And I wonder if you could just pretend for a while, if we could pretend to love each other. Until I’m gone. Silence.
She felt it again, the same as that night when she met him, when he was illuminated at her window, when she let her arms brush down her skin to her sides and turned to face him…”
cactus-chaussette – sock cactus…:-)
un cactus a au moins une fleur – any cactus has at least one flower
mais parmi ses épines – but among its thorns
se cache toujours un cœur… – there’s always a hidden heart…
“Le monde entier est un cactus, il est impossible de s’asseoir dessus…” – “The whole world is a cactus, it’s impossible to sit on it… “(Jacques Dutronc)
“Calor de la Tierra – heat of the earth…” – César Manrique, Lanzarote
2 bodies looking for each other in the heat of the night…
after dusk
starry path
night love…
burning desire
all over our skin
inward thrill…
closed eyes
tasty lips
sublime promise…
septembre s’apprête à nous quitter – September is getting ready to leave us…
mon cœur se balade parmi les feuilles d’érable,
les baies du “buisson ardent” et ma dernière rose -
les mêmes émotions colorées m’envahissent:
un autre bel automne passé ensemble…
my heart is strolling among the maple leaves,
the “firethorn” berries and my latest rose -
the same colorful emotions are invading me:
we are living together a new fine autumn…
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Juliette Greco – Les Feuilles Mortes…
among hay rolls for the Icelandic long winter…
bientôt la neige recouvrira le royaume des glaciers
où le silence sera encore assourdissant,
mais sans l’hiver, le printemps n’arriverait pas…
the snow will soon cover the glaciers’ kingdom
where silence will be again deafening
but without winter, there would be no springtime…
my improvised lunch with the ingredients at hand…:-)
on ne peut pas (sur)vivre d’amour, de rêves bleus et d’eau fraîche uniquement… on doit manger aussi! – we can’t survive on love, blue dreams and spring water… we have to eat, too!
– grilled Toulouse sausage made of “filet mignon”, no fat!
– sheep and goat feta cheese(s) with cream 18% fat;
– my “famous mamaliga”(polenta!) with salted butter and shredded parmesan!
– dessert: Spanish melon(“Galia”) and figs offered by my dear neighbors-friends… merci R&Y!
last but not least: a bottle of rare Bordeaux, special gift – cuvée du bicentenaire de la Révolution française! Vive la France, vive la République & cheers!
rêve bleu – blue dream…
motto:“And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough.”(Ian S. Thomas – Intentional Dissonance)
je voyage dans mes rêves bleus,
délicatement voilés derrière mes paupières
afin de saisir mes envies secrètes les plus folles…
tu me réveilles à l’aube d’un baiser tendrement volé
et tu devines mes pensées dans mon soupir troublé,
dans mon regard jade et sur ma peau qui a gardé ton parfum…
I travel across my blue dreams
delicately veiled behind my eyelids
to capture my secret and wildest desires…
you wake me at dawn with a tender stolen kiss
and you guess my thoughts within my thrilled sigh,
my jade eyes and my skin that has kept your scent…
Gisèle et Beyoncé – charme, grâce, personnalité et beauté naturelle…
Gisèle and Beyoncé – charm, grace, personality and natural beauty…
“la beauté naturelle, c’est de la générosité.” – “natural beauty is generosity.”(Gao Xingjian)
pix from voici.fr
“La beauté, c’est l’harmonie du hasard et du bien.” – “Beauty is the harmony of random and right.”(Simone Weil)
