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MAIS MA COEUR EST EN FRANCE
MY FEET ARE IN ENGLAND
BUT MY HEART IS IN FRANCE
mais tu connais chère Jeanne, ce petit coin d'Angleterre est maintenant la propriété de la France! ; 0)
View from England to France!
Pour toi, ma belle Jeanne <3
La prochaine fois je vais essayer de rimer en français! ; 0)
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”
- William Shakespeare
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxwoK5pYM48
CLOSE TO YOU - RUMER
Comment j'ai envie d'être près de la mer
aussi proche de toi que je peux être
pièce dans laquelle mes ailes peuvent se propager
rêveries agréables dans ma tête
atterrissage; écrémage à la côte
des diamants scintillants; toast au champagne
la Tour Eiffel me coupe le souffle
surplombant Paris le jour le plus clair
je chercher pour toi parmi les foules
de ma perchoir au-dessus des nuages
il y a une démonstration que je vois
ma belle Jeanne sur une séance photos
elle est une héroïne de gloire sans prétention
chacune de sa photographies raconte une histoire
elle apporte le monde réel à mes pieds
alors que je suis à la recherche de papillons, elle est dans la rue
filmer l'autre côté de la vie au-delà de la corniche
elle aime la nature, mais avec un tranchant
donc je pense à elle quand je suis dehors et à propos
en cliquant sur une fleur avec un poids industriel
pourquoi ne pas mélanger la douceur avec la rouille
grandeur décoloration et poussière urbaine
J'aime sa style innovant
son images ont un impact; l'essai humain
voyez par vous-mêmes; visitez sa ruisseau
et vous verrez juste ce que je veux dire
chère Jeanne est une merveille et un honneur de savoir
une belle femme; mon amie; sa lueur
fera paraître le jour gris le plus terne
soulève mes esprits; apaiser mes nuits
elle est l'incarnation de ce que la beauté et la grâce signifient
le plus gentil, aimant et généreux des êtres humains.
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How I yearn to be near the sea
as close to you as I can be
room in which my wings can spread
pleasant daydreams in my head
landing; skimming to the coast
glimmering diamonds; champagne toast
the Eiffel Tower takes my breath away
overlooking Paris on the clearest day
look for you among the crowds
from my perch above the clouds
there's a demonstration I see
my beautiful Jeanne on a photography spree
she is a heroine of unassuming glory
each one of her photographs tells a story
she brings the real world to my feet
while I'm chasing butterflies, she's in the street
filming the other side of life beyond the ledge
she loves nature, but with a cutting edge
so I think of her when I'm out and about
clicking a flower with industrial clout
why not mix the softness with rust
fading grandeur and urban dust
I love her innovative style
her images are impactful; the human trial
see for yourselves; visit her stream
and you will see just what I mean
dear Jeanne is a wonder and an honour to know
a beautiful woman; my friend; her glow
will make the dullest grey day seem bright
lift my spirits; soothe my nights
she is the epitome of what beauty and grace mean
the most kind, loving and generous of human beings.
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My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbx6aXhocew
IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden
“If something seems too hard, let go. It is the hardest and yet the most simplest thing to do, but in letting go we acknowledge that that certain something was never meant for us and trying to cling on just brings about more unhappiness, not only to us, but to others too. Today I find that the one who understands me most is not the one I love the most, nor is it someone who loves me the most … matters of the heart are felt not heard and though the silence is deafening I am grateful to the one who found me there and brought me back.” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=B65rD-B7meE
PEOPLE – SOPHIE ZELMANI
The air is blue
surrounding me instead of you
my heart stops still
the echoed beat sounds in my ear
and all I know and all I fear
comes rushing; rising through my veins
and I am me and all the pain
I ever felt leaves me alone
to stand here chilled to aching bones
frozen in this quiet moment
solitude that feels so numb
the memories that leave me wanting
you instead; to bring you home
ssh! Silence! I thought I heard a noise
someone standing close to me
breathing warm air on my neck
the tiny hairs so tenderly
rise up like flowers that reach for light
for sunshine and the stars so bright
I lit a candle but a breeze
so swiftly blew; I felt my knees
buckle under and pull me down
in darkness praying for a sign
that all was well with you and me
I peered into the space beside me
sensing there was someone there
someone who might hear my prayer
I spoke aloud and closed my eyes
hoping this feeling would subside
but still an uneasy suffocation
hands round my throat; a choking sensation
but it was just my imagination
there was nothing left to fear
surely not in this place so holy
where so many parishioners found their peace
and minds were stilled and melancholy
was taken away; replaced with grace
I felt the cold winds turn around
the sound of changes ringing
the warm stones softened underground
I heard the sounds of angels singing
it was very distant; a gentle hum
but comforting it achieved it's mission
to heal the wounds of heart and soul
my prayers were answered; I just listened
no need to beg; no need for words
all is known; our prayers are heard
and we are redeemed from all our sins
are freed from all our mortal whims
the things we ask and do not receive
perhaps they are just not meant to be
the difference between need and greed
the planting of a beautiful seed
we may want and we may ask
we may feel some is a daunting task
but simply letting go of ego
let go of self and freely go
how wonderful it feels to me
to know this simple way to be
and I will remember it all my days
when I found freedom from my ways.
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25.1.18.
I take down the dark icon and put up a smiling version of myself, but the weight I carry in my heart still threatens to overwhelm me. I am lightened only by the beautiful response of my friends. All those on this page, you are my true friends who walk beside me each and every day and I am very grateful ... <3
This is for you ... this is YOUR SONG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTa8U0Wa0q8
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“Human beings are born solitary, but everywhere they are in chains - daisy chains - of interactivity. Social actions are makeshift forms, often courageous, sometimes ridiculous, always strange. And in a way, every social action is a negotiation, a compromise between 'his,' 'her' or 'their' wish and yours.”
- Andy Warhol
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMeZCPbM6bA
I'LL BE YOUR MIRROR – VELVET UNDERGROUND
I see you like looking in a vintage mirror
a reflection of me deep in my soul
you leave me now; grieving and hollow
carved out my heart; left me to fold
the silvered reverse on the mirror's back
has peeled and shrivels like blistered paint
heated then cooled; like blood it pools
hold me; restrain me and in my constraints
I may struggle; my breath may be short
I feel stifled; the trifle expands in my mind
my heart swells; I fall; I am caught
betwixt and between two worlds where we met
in past lives where oneness was all that we sought
in this world however you tease me and run
you seek me; you leave me; you leave me so torn
alone and forsaken; you know you have taken
the best part of me; the part that was sworn
perhaps we will try
perhaps we will die
before we have taken our vows
perhaps, the most favourite word of your life
perhaps at least gives us something somehow
a chance, even seconds
past lives that are reckoned
that eternal love would succeed
find us again; survive endless pain
so the two halves of mirror will collide once again.
Just a silly romantic story about a gallant knight of old and his runaway muse …
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" I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfil our destiny, but our fate is sealed" - Paulo Coelho
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxWK3qACDGk&ebc=ANyPxKr3BZYrX...
IF IT'S LOVE by TRAIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9puxoJ1f6YU&app=desktop
ITHACA by C. P. CAVAFY
Recitation by Sean Connery
Music by Vangelis
(A gift from my friend Poppy Kalant - thank you <3 )
There was a fork in the road I took
I thought I was travelling straight
Do I go left or do I go right?
It's a choice I have to make
Walking by the ocean
or walking down the street
there's no such thing as chance encounter
If it's written in the stars we'll meet
Last night we threw away the rules
we had to shoot the breeze
I said will you marry me
You said get off your knees! ; 0))
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Actually what he said was ... ; 0)
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AP-BID - Boeing B-777-340ER - PIA - Pakistan International
at Toronto Lester B. Pearson Airport (YYZ)
c/n 33.780 - built in 2008
Substitution for the usual B-777-200LR
“A little rain each day will fill the rivers to overflowing.”
- Liberian Proverb
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUH7PM0-cpI
RAIN RAIN BEAUTIFUL RAIN – LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO
The beauty of an Autumn storm
the pallor of the sky
the tall lean silver barks of trees
leaves let out a mournful sigh
tumble down in wintry winds
on the ground they curl and die
but for now a symphony
plays golden notes amid the hue and cry
absorbed in beauty the fading light
graces the pallid canopy
in subtle nuances the landscape fades
and silently rests in dormancy
the sweet transition from season to season
is witnessed by passers-by
and only I stand here and wonder
where do the birds in Winter fly
they travel South that much I know
but do some stay behind and why
are they never seen except scant few
the Robin Redbreast and the solemn Magpie
the dried out river bed meanders
soon it will fill when the heavens comply
and fish will soon swim again while the Salamander
nods knowingly from his damp cool quarters nearby
I rest awhile; take in the air before I am on my way
to see the lions; I hear their roars; I know they are close by.
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Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends 💙
Thank you for your love, your friendship and wonderful support. Happy New Year to you all <3
p.s. THANK YOU FOR 3 MILLION VIEWS!!!!! XO
“Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.”
- Rabindranath Tagore
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEkIou3WFnM
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND – JAMES TAYLOR
Somewhere under the rainbow
a seagull full of hope
flies low across a violet sky
telling me that I can cope
so many signs we see if only
we care to open our eyes and look
the tender pages of our stories
rest gently between a velvet-covered book
bookmarked by a wish; a dream
on a snow white angel's wing and prayer
we are capable of so many things
if only we be brave and dare
so many times I tumble down
so many times get up
the little precious many things
I find to fill my golden cup
I raise it now and wish you well
blow you a New Year's kiss
ne'er let Auld Lang Syne be e'er forgot
a cup of kindness is full of bliss
if love is a many splendoured thing
and music be the food of love
then I have eaten a banquet here
a feast lain down from Heaven above
and as the New Year begins again
I'll keep you always in my heart
and if sometimes it seems I'm scarce
remember these words of René Descartes
“He lives well who is well hidden”
as I seek the truth of my life in silent ways
with clear mind comes a revelation
that will buoy me up on stormy waves
when grey clouds loom; obscure my vision
I know the moon and sun still shine
and you will know too that I am here
just call my name; send me a sign.
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This is the nearest visual and audible representation I can produce, with my fairly limited technical know-how, to show how I feel the world and the daily struggle within myself to survive in a world that is both beautiful and at the same time profound; the confusion I feel when I struggle to understand where I fit into the world and if I ever really will.
This cover of a beautiful song, Just When I Needed You Most, I had never heard before when it was suggested to me, by my friend, Dave, who truly understands what it is to be me. Thanks Mate! : 0)
“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
LET ME ...
LET ME give you a piece of my mind
meander through my neural pathways
LET ME offer you the peace I find
when the outer turmoil fades away
and I can hear my thoughts aloud
a million things that I must do to
drown out the infernal madding crowd
and let the signs and creative process through
LET my eyes glaze over like ice upon a lake
LET the snows and mists descend
don't come near or I will break
my tears a waterfall, my friend
LET ME stand quietly by the door
gazing through the fugue of time
parallel lines bend; fall to the floor
and suffocate me in this paradigm
this is a typical day for ME
and it continues; invades my dreams and then
the darkness falls like a dying tree
crashing through my world again
some days in a lucid moment I
see clearest after the rain has stopped and
pale yellow sunshine dapples softly as a sigh
while the sweet breeze of change whispers and ...
… gently reaches out to touch my hand.
LET ME be free to be who I am
because that is enough struggle for ME
I cannot be someone stuck in a traffic jam
what does that taste like; it feels like I am all at sea
LET ME taste the sweets of living
without the bitter fruits of despair
Friday's child is loving and giving
if you love me LET ME be there
when I can find the time is right
for ME to be the best I can
time for me is different and flight
or fight reminds me of the Bogeyman
that feeling as a helpless child
wide-eyed and trying to figure so many things out
things beyond me; beyond all reason and filed
under the heading of 'What was that all about!'
I think the best of everyone, you see
though I am in constant doubt
about what on earth is the point of ME
I feel too much; my thoughts are endless
the world and it's problems magnify
and I am left bereft and breathless
knowing there is too much to rectify
so I see a bird and I fly away
I see the sky and cloud-watch and dream
the fog becomes thicker and I run away
caught in the headlights powered only by my own steam
but what if the steam dissipates
and I am left drained and bewildered, like you
I will still see the world as a beautiful place
even when the chaos continues and my head is all askew.
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Enjoy a very happy weekend, dear friends <3