Thursday, July 24, 2008


I'll be away on holiday for the next two weeks. I'll miss you but I hope to bring you some nice pictures when I come back, and maybe even some good words...

In the meantime, be happy, be good, forget me not...

Monday, July 21, 2008

Time and Again

Another great contest has ended at The Clarity of Night. It was again a wonderful opportunity to sharpen our writing skills (ah! nothing like the 250-word limit!) , to delight into the work of old blogging friends and acquaintances, and in the discovery of the talent of new ones, to feel the huge power of this ever-growing community of writers. Thank you, Jason! Looking forward to the next…

Maximum congratulations to all the winners!!!

Last but far from least, many thanks to all those who were very kind to read my story and comment on it. This is what Jason’s photograph has spoken to me:

A ride from TIMEAGAIN Inc. was the perfect gift for a boy who lived for his hologame motorbikes; a boy who has never been …outside in his eighteen years. Mickey.

Adam had been a child when they sealed the Cities forever but he remembered playing among the last tufts of grass, under the dismal clouds of pollution. Now he could offer his son something infinitely superior.

In the bare launch room, the fastest bikes awaited them, three Suzukis Hayabusa, splendid antiques from the late 20th century.

He noticed Mickey looking for the neural net as he straddled his Suzuki. “No, boy, this is the real thing...” How he loved his son’s puzzled look…

He’d planned everything meticulously. Three rides to gain Guide Harlan’s loyalty and arrange the security details. His remaining fortune for the fourth.

The engines roared. The wall swirled in a psychedelic curtain and, as they charged through it blindly, air hit their eyes through the open visors. Sweet real air.

The sky held hues of bright pink, telltale of the impending sunset, stars already lit above the snowed peaks of Sierra Nevada.

Mickey’s braking reflex burned a black snake on the white concrete. He climbed down, staggering like a perpetual mariner cast to shore, and knelt, hugging the bike, sparkling tears in his eyes.

“California,” Harlan smiled. “Welcome to 1999…”

They tied Harlan well, to exonerate him of their escape.

“Happy birthday, son. Come on!”

They raced to the track’s fence, then onto the winding road beyond.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Broken News

He woke up
one morning
only to find his heart
impaled on her remarkable

it was not that insufferable.

Others were there

the ailments
or the penance of their souls
in all shapes
and colours.

What an odd
comforting community
they formed
as they wildly
in the face of adversity
under a bleak
of hope-despair.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

A Slice of Summer

It’s time for summer dreams… Short and intense, as this summer is, or just languid, with the happy indolence of a grasshopper…

I often wish I could live in a place with endless summer. I think it’s uplifting, I think it’s a cure for the blue soul. But like the proverbial fox who, not being able to reach the grapes, pretends they are sour and thus not interesting, I invoke against it the dullness and the weariness coming from having a white sun pouring over your head the whole day, every day. Of course, secretly I still dream of trying it one day… I still believe I belong to California (but this is our little secret)…

In the mean time I entertain these lazy days with lazy thoughts…

Summer in the marsh… The all-powerful sun, somehow subdued, tamed by the fresh crystal water…

Someone’s giving a concert. Toong – my daughter chose the onomatopoeia – toong you can hear here, and right when you think you’ll find the artist, another toong calls for your attention to the side, and toong again, right in front of you. Ah, where are they? The reeds are dense, the glimmer on the water is treacherous… And there’s green, green, and more green everywhere…

Aha! There you are, Mister! This is one of the “culprits”. An enormous bullfrog… Watching us with wary eyes. No need for a prince to hide inside him. I think he’s just beautiful on his own…

Sunday, July 06, 2008

An Award and a Delight

I thank to Paul at The Struggling Writer and to Lisa at Eudaemonia for thinking of me for this special award. I am very honoured and very happy if I can offer something of interest and beauty to others... It is a great pleasure for me to know you through your blogs. Your creativity is inspiring. Thank you, Lisa and Paul!

The Arte y Pico award originates from the Arte y Pico blog. The criteria for the award is:

To inspire others with their creative energy and talents. This can be through writing, artwork, design, interesting material or contribution to the bigger community. It is a special honour to receive it.

The Arte Y Pico Award rules are:

1. You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award through creativity, design, interesting material, and also contributes to the blogger community, no matter of language.

2. Each award should have the name of the author with a link to their blog.

3. Award winners have to post the award with the name and link to the blog of the person who gave them the award.

4. Please include a link to the “Arte Y Pico” blog so that everyone will know where the award came from.

It is my pleasure to pass it along to the following bloggers:


And now on a different topic...

I was looking for a book on Project Gutenberg and stumbled upon this announcement:

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I think it is absolutely amazing. Check it out!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Bunny in my Garden

Sweet little thing,
nibbling at my clover...
You watch me
with those chocolate beads
and your sweet huge fear
melts forever my harsh human heart.
We are not so different,
you and I,
darling little thing...