My tree

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 😞)

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.

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 performer

Words and melodies
Never give in
And leave his mind
To sublimate
Become his clouds
Or sunny skies

They just watch out
For an escape
He knows, he smiles
So many feelings
So many tales
He cannot write

But he’s a voice
And he vibrates
There’s no disguise
He borrows songs
He plays a role
But never lies.

Fireworks


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?

Much love, HC

Back to business

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.

I Don’t Know Why

In my rear-view mirror
Landscapes slip away
In a constant hurry
They just slip away

Destination looks closer
But I won’t slow down
I’m enjoying this ride
I will not slow down

Another thunderstorm
Then a bright sunny day
A tear and a smile
Just another sunny day

Long days crawling
In a blink of the eye
I’m enjoying this ride
And I don’t know why.