“¡Vamos!”
My Spanish friend and good pilot José effortlessly convinces me to join him for an early morning flight in the Costa Brava sky. The air is fresh and clean, we take off and smoothly buzz around on our small plane. We are not alone, but our friends waving at us from below have chosen a quieter way of flying 🙂
Early morning thoughts at the runway threshold. Too much fog for taking pictures, but still I’m staying here and smoking one more cigarette, my camera at hand. The noise gets louder and louder but I can’t see the plane. I shoot where it should be, right when it comes out of the clouds. This is dedicated to a very special friend, too bad she’s so far away…
I created this blog exactly two years ago, but I left it to sleep for more than twelve months before writing anything.
Now it has become one of the more pleasant and enriching experiences of my whole life. And this is only because of you, colored souls and luminous quills, steady hands to grab to and, all in all, dear unexpected friends…
Thank you so much, with all my heart.
HC
I please myself with thinking that this photo tells the story of a true friendship…
Photo (c) Mick Rock
What a weekend! It started on Friday night with the long-awaited Steven Wilson’s concert. Great band, huge sound and the pleasure of meeting Nick Beggs, the bass player. I told him I could remember when he started his career with Kajagoogoo and how amazing was the bass beginning of “Too shy”. “You’re old!”, he said. Yes, indeed…
The morning after, my heart is still moved and dizzy because of the concert aftermath but there’s no time to rest: I am gonna fly to London for the Rugby World Championship match between France and Italy!
Despite a deflated propeller, we safely land in Gatwick. A huge thanks to our heroic pilots 😀
The Twickenham stadium is a pure beauty and the atmosphere overflows of a joyful excitement. Singing my national anthem along with thousands of people is something moving and unique.
Well, no surprises about the score. On the other hand, I have to say that as a lifetime football fan I wasn’t expecting such a friendly attitude between the two opposite team’s supporters. Hugging and congratulating each other for the good game and going for a pint together is something that makes me love rugby way more than for the game itself.
But it’s time to fly back already. Back home at 5am, with the feeling of having had one of the most unforgettable weekends of my life.
Much love, HC
Next time we’ll be
Eternal lovers
Twin stars tied
By mutual gravity
Maybe we’ll love
Like mother and son
Or get old together
Friends in our souls
Is it your eyes
I’ll come across
A one second stumble
Into a timeless fall
Maybe next time
Means nothing at all
But I’ll dare to dream
Of a world of our own.
Keep on smiling at me
Make them jealous about
This halo around us
Keep on holding my hand
Let them dream about
Our warmest embrace
Keep on whispering to me
And they’ll wonder about
The secrets that we share
Keep on feeling with me
The feeling that makes us
So deliciously ordinary.
Your book is beautifully written. Thank you for the long eves spent (sipping our favorite whisky and) showing me through your beautifully scientific, philosophic and romantic words why we are all children of the stars.
I am very moved and proud of the friendship that we share.
Love,
Tony
He screamed his lungs out
In the same empty room
Gravity crushing down
Heavy words one by one
The echoes won’t reach her
She’s safe behind the dikes
They will just fly over
Shadows cast by the clouds
Forever she will wait
But winds won’t sweep her sky
And a new love won’t kill him
‘Cause soulmates never die.
One hell of a month…
Too many memories colliding. Facts that were shouted out loud and changed my life forever. Fireworks on the Seine. Moving out alone. Birthdays that I can’t forget, including mine 😐 Sensory reminders crawling under my skin, my very own bittersweet Proust’s madeleine. No surprise if I feel down.
Escaping is hard. I need to stop writing while thinking of the only person who will never read. I can’t blame her, in her shoes I wouldn’t come here either. Maybe the blog title should change and the point of view evolve. But I can’t write about jokes or tips about how to live happy, that’s not like me. Melancholy stays, even while I try to drop the sorrow and the regrets.
I have some friends here who helped me a lot (even if they are not always aware of it) and I cherish all of you because of who you are. Even while I need to move on, I still need your ethereal hands to pull me up.
For now, let’s celebrate July. No challenge, no themes, no questions asked, just meet me on a summer beach at night and I promise you we’ll have that glass too many…
Thank you again for hanging around here. And have a great July everybody!
Much love to you all,
HeavyCloud
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