Muette comme la mouette

Hier soir, j’étais une mouette. Elle s’est installée dans le sable. Bien enfournée mais la tête dehors vers l’horizon. Un oeil ouvert, Moitié fermé. Surveillance totale. pour quel? Aucune idée mais que pour l’horizon.

A pot of lavender

Always, never, almost waiting? A prowl through the lavender, or perhaps, another stage of life, previous. How to turn back time when we cannot? I left New York. I wonder, did I leave you too? No baggage claim fixes what we wait for, yesterday, today, tomorrow, this evening. my cat Seems to be ever mute…

home and the silence from above.

Words from a late night solitary loneliness. Before the chaotic horrors of this week. Home is a place I no longer know. Home is a place I cannot understand. Home is a place I dream of. Except. It is dark. It is black. It is a nightmare. It is the unknown. I don’t know what…

A mark on solitude.

I stand on the brink…..   The rest of the sentence does not matter. What matters is where I am. What am I? This year marks a very weird year. And we all have something to learn. (Yes, we are only halfway there.) Be pro-active, everyone says. Unfortunately, it’s harder done than said. What is…

Book review : L’Appartement témoin

Imaginons un homme. Imaginons un fantôme. Imaginons un esprit. Les rêves sont réelles. C’est ce que l’on nous dits, enfants. Mais est-ce vraiment le cas? J’ai lu L’Appartement Témoin, ce premier livre signé Tatiana de Rosnay. Publié en 1992, cela raconte l’histoire d’un homme, divorcé, perdu, et nouvellement emménagé dans son propre appartement. Le rêve?…

Of bookshops, and plans.

In original bookshops,  very interesting finds you’ll get. My favorite is a Mossad security history book, of which I can’t remember the name, in a Jewish bookshop off in the Marais.. Then again, what about those conflict analyses and terrorism books in the Shakespeare and Co? (Yes, THAT bookshop in Paris).. Or the record stores,…

Give up on that

Let me tell you something personal. Life is a boat on the raging seas. You will have hardships. You will have griefs. You will be stressed. But you can quit if you cannot solve a problem. Or two. Or a thousand.

Histoires de chats…. …..

The cultural element of traveling in different countries are the people. The fun element though? Cats. Yes, you read correctly. Cats. Cats are interesting citizens. They roam in the streets. They set their territory boundaries. They are curious little beings, especially when we are near them. In Lebanon, I found a few cats hanging out…

The Art of Summer (or how to procrastinate)

We’re a little worn out. Mostly because I have a few ideas I want to work on but I’ve had no energy these past weeks to fully develop them. It was summer and, like everyone else probably, I wanted to rather soak in the sun and music than research and writing. So to show you…