Jun 13, 2009
I was curiously eyeing these weird strangers trying to shun themselves from heaven's water by crowding under the slim shops's roof along the narrow parisian streets.
As my flowing hair was turned to heavy locks, and my feet freely splashing at each step I enjoyed this long forgotten feeling: a free shower.
Of course here it's so unsual here to have simaltaneously rain and warm temperature, that most people instinctively fly away from rain as from cold inducing nasty thing.
But they did not even try it, I did wildly feeling this year is special, as special as 6 years ago: it's a HOT year. Though uncommon hot years are triggering monsoon like showers as far upnorth as Scandinavia (where I was last time fortunately)
Jun 12, 2009
I have done only the few things I had been forced too, and I won't do anything for that world unless strongly obliged too.
I am not part of civilisation and I have no culture, except a strong link to my few blood fellows (aka tribe).
Jun 6, 2009
There are flying dancers in my head
They’re as gracefull as swallows
Dim light is yellowing the evening
They hide and seek as shadows
Darkening carved roasted stone
And brightened sharp angles stare
At our mellowing random fights
Time to purify and unify unicity.
Love grows when shared but
Life is lost when you are shared
Flesh and brain apart you are dead
Beware of danger and any stranger.