The Spirit of the Radio

I’ve grown up with the sound of a radio always on. Now that I am gradually recapturing my time and my good ol’ habits, this sound has truly come back into my everyday life.

After having wandered through thousands of streams, genres, languages and noises coming from all over the connected world, I have recently discovered (thank you, S.) that there still are radio stations made of dedication, culture and the passion for sharing good music.

Just give Radio Paradise a try and you’ll see…

Cheers, HC

 

A promise

And I will let for once
All my defences down
Naked but not afraid

And I will close my eyes
Not trying to get sleep
Glad to be still awake

I will not watch my steps
Because my fear of falling
Is just a chance to take

And I won’t look for love
I’ll just look somewhere else
Numb but alive again.

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 😞)

To forever

Present to past
You have become
In a flicker of time
A muse to my songs

Now to forever
The tide returns
Like foam disappears
This gift of one love

Present to past
Eyes seeking eyes
My soul keeps shaking
Like fire in the storm

Now to forever
Memories fall
And swirl in the lines
Of my songs for you.