My sea

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This is my haven, a calm place wrapped in the arms of the Southern Europe shores, made of summer swim and winter walks. Here I use to sit in the sand and breathe to the rhythm of the waves.

This is where all my memories coalesce, where being son and father, young and old, happy and sad can finally merge to become just what I am.

Welcome to my sea.

Black is beautiful

Back to 2014 and a totally unexpected visit to the Pierre Soulages museum, in the artist’s hometown Rodez. I was there just for a lunch with friends, when we stumbled upon the official unveiling of the museum to the medias*. Breathtaking…

* in such a context, a person with a camera in the hand can turn herself from a tourist into a journalist in the blink of an eye… 😉

3 Libras (SSFD #6)

We can lose ourselves into someone else’s eyes, play with bodies and feelings and finally find that all we have in return is… nothing more than some kind of beauty, filled up with solid emptiness and a good dose of narcissism. Falling in love is not a wise option, but we are only human (and s**t happens)…

And sometimes we stumble upon a song which reminds us of such a weird diversion. Enjoy, my friends.

Threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back
a name in your recollection
down among a million same

Difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed and passed over
when I’ve looked right through
to see you naked but oblivious
and you don’t see me

But I threw you the obvious
just to see if there’s more behind
the eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit too much
From the wounded but I see through it all and see you

‘Cause I threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
oh well, oh well apparently nothing
apparently nothing at all

You don’t see me at all.

The promise of a tree

I have been growing
In a fullness of absence
Each branch a challenge
And each leave a hope

Many winters behind
And a harder bark
I keep hearts and letters
Carved by lovers hands

I can be your shelter
When clouds break their promise
And I’ll be your shade
When your sun is too bright

And if you forget me
I’ll turn into pieces
And one day I’ll be fire
Warming your heart.