In May 2015 I cut a small branch from a beautiful fruit tree I saw in a neighbour’s garden. Its fruits reminded me of my grandma and the way she used to cut them into halves and dispose them into some hot leavened bread for our breakfast. I put the branch in a plastic bottle half full of compost. I watered, just enough. I moved it to a sunny corner of my balcony. I patiently waited for the first tiny roots to become visible through the transparent plastic of the bottle, then I moved it to a larger pot. In November, all its leaves had fallen and I decided to try and move it to a friend’s garden. It’s the right time of the year for this, they say… Now the winter really seems to be over and guess what? The small branch seems to enjoy itself in his new ground, a few tiny leaves have started to bloom. I am a city guy and this is the first time that I plant a tree. The thought of it growing up, giving fruits and also surviving me makes me feel hopeful and moved. Let me introduce to you my baby beautiful fig tree😊
(Sorry for the lack of focus, I tried ten times but this is the best I could do 😞)
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
A few words, a heartfelt language
Ringing in smiles or in reproach
Beloved women busy in the perfume
Of an early morning kitchen
Teen burning dreams, boredom wins again
Ant there’s nowhere to go under this summer rain
But going will not make you happier
One day you will know and drawn
In this tide of memories called home.
Fireworks remind me of a little boy, scared by the noise of the shiny blasts. They remind me of my father’s comforting hand holding mine, his happy smile and the thousand colored stars reflecting in his eyes. A gift for him, as he used to say, since the yearly spectacle matched with his birthday.
Somehow, they remind me of my roots in a more deep and tender way than all the images, tastes and sounds of my childhood. This is why, each time the show recurs it’s always a very special moment to me.
Unexpected, they came back a few nights ago and my camera was at hand. I’d like to share with you these few pics taken from my balcony… By the way, do you mind if I take your hand?
This is what an iPhone 6 looks like after undergoing the ruthless action of a ten tons truck’s tire. No, this was not my phone (thank you for worrying) but I keep it as a reminder of why pressure in life is BAD! 😛
After fifteen days spent tanning, crawling, eating ice creams and buying silly summer bracelets with my kids, they’re back at their mother’s and I am back to my apartment. The beautiful “Hand. Cannot. Erase.” by Steven Wilson is playing on my stereo.
Coming back from the summer holidays is never easy to handle, but this year it’s different. We talked, we played, we laughed, we really spent time together. And for my birthday they gave me a gift way bigger than anything money can buy. They told me that they were happy.
Back to business tomorrow, but for now let me cherish this sweet melancholy a little longer, let me still feel for a few minutes how life can be just perfect sometimes.