Jun 13, 2009


The other day, I was coming back home after a (too long) day of work. As I walked out the subway station I was literally showered from hair to toe.
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

few things to remember

I have just sticked to this world because of my loving family.
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

Tribute to Jarawas

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.