abelardo morell photography

one of my preferred photographers
abelardo morell, american born in Cuba
his work has inspired me many years ago
his work is remarkable!
not to miss the link above
all his work is rather interesting

this photo, in a little version
wooden frame used to be by my bed
now is by the bathroom's door
it looks so familiar to me now!
i see it many times per day...



a strange weekend, moody & hot
throat sickness and black moods around
so tired and hard to focus while feeling sick
there are fire alarms all around southern california
san diego is under a heat wave that increases the chance of wild fires
not nice!

yet... a little light of a smile tonight
i check my calendar, and...
just another 14 days
time where have you gone?
where do you always hide?
that we count you and never come out equal

anyone can play guitar... (?)

i wonder if that's true
i tried once, an electric guitar
as this old image shows
enough i played for my friend to take the picture

& then radiohead says
anyone can play guitar



guess not anyone after all
wonderful video from a mexico concert
have seen them many times
want to see them again, at least once

green & idleness

today was a very slow day
i am very tired after a long week
and getting ready for an even busier one



today just green stripes
here in the little movie
the big palm tree outside
and 100 pages of
three bags full
that turns to be sheepier
and more intriguing as i
turn to a new page, every time

the longest day of the year

and so it was..
june 21st, the summer solstice
and…
the longest day of the year
the earliest sunrise
at the north pole: 24hrs of sun!
at the south pole: a timeless night
for 24 hours was black

and in the middle of the land, 12 hrs
equal time
of day and of night
like a chocolate & cheese pie

the summer is officially here!

and to honor not the summer season
but this specific summer of mine
vivaldi's summer – but the 3rd movement
the presto! the stimulating! the exhilarating one!
although in this movement antonio
makes allusion to a storm
the power of this season
is what i try to call upon
as
my summer foretells
will be a wave of the sea
that leaves and comes back
bringing a refreshing splash of water
hidden in somebody's expected smile

this lovely summer anticipation!
that feeds me now & then with secret little smiles
and to perform the selected piece
who better than glitzy nigel kennedy?
another of his controversial performances
(and check out the English Chamber Orchestra wearing allusive sunglasses)



ah! not the summer but this summer…
my days are clear, while you dream at night
in the other side of the world
you wake up and in my head
i kiss your forehead, good-night
this summer won't be just mine...

ps. also happy b-day today to a dear friend!
another superb photographer!

little humans

it seems common among humans
to desire most what we can not have

the things easily given to us,
we don't appreciate that much
until one day... they are gone

we always want more
what is impossible to reach

just regular stupid
human behavior



so i decided to be NO human
NO more!!!

milk & sky

Morning &
I’ll walk out the door of my existence
facing a bright blue sky
&
Spilled like hot milk
On a warm morning stove
minute white clouds hop around

dazzling blue cuts this sorrow
the milk melted, was your eyes

melancholy

as they night rolls in
i feel a bit more vulnerable

nights like tonight
i feel a little lonely
and melancholic

i am not sure why
or how my life has developed
but at this point
i am still lonely
after all these years

and tonight
as i feel a bit sad
i wish that beloved person
was closer... but the one that i think
that could be the one, that could comfort my heart
is so far from here...

oh if you could just call
out of the blue, in an spontaneous way
just to hear your voice...

i wish i had a warm arm
around me while i watch silly TV
somebody to smile at
and a warm shoulder to rest my head on
on this quiet time

i miss that complete friend that loves me too
closer here... by my side

tonight i feel a little common
just another woman lost
on the big World Wide Web
trying to find a refugee for all these lost feelings
just another woman
trying to reach for love
how many of us out there!
asking for attention, for some care...



little video of a beautiful song
with pink floyd and billy corgan
a unique reunion
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on the bright side
i finished my cleaning diet!
thank you very much!
you my friends that supported me through this
with comments and nice words
i feel better knowing that i made it!
now to keep on eating light for a week
and hopefully eating healthier now
for the rest of my little lonely life
& one day, it won't be lonely anymore
i hope

hungry hungry homer

oh another favorite episode
and i relate so much tonight!
"Dancin' away my hunger pains...
... movin' my feet so my tummy won't hurt
I am kind of like Jesus...
but not in a sacrilegious way... "



but i can't eat!
just 1 more day, ah!
i can make it!

also i can't break the liquids just like that
i must go back to eat little by little
or i might get sick!
but oh... so hard tonight
ok ok another freaking lemonade

savon de france

since i was a little girl
i have had a special interest for soap bars
there's something about soap bars
their smell, the little rituals of cleaning,
beauty, and personal care that they represent...

i was so much into soaps that i even wrote a little tale about soaps in spanish!
i am trying to find it...
i use to spend much time in the market
smelling different soaps
brands from all over the world
what a pleasure to see the labels
printed in different colors and styles!

labels of foreigner products
specially soaps, are another one of my delights

these busy days, among many things to do
sometimes i forget my little affections of other days
the little pleasures that i find in small things

i am not the kind of woman that likes expensive things
not at all! on the contrary i despise too expensive products

i truly appreciate small things
like a nice soap bar, a cup of good tea
chatting with a good friend in a public park
or waking on a sunny side-walk
has much more meaning to me
than expensive things...
therefore
i don't really like very expensive or sophisticated soaps
nor exotic liquid shampoos
just regular brands, but oh what a joy to see soap bars from other countries!
also hand-made soaps are beautiful
i found a very lovely store in Old Julian

today, as i finished my 3rd day of internal cleaning
i went to the store to get an exfoliating soap
since i read that is good to exfoliate your skin while getting rid of toxins

i found this lovely and chunky bar from France!
it is a marvelous combination of the basic elements for a good skin health:
oatmeal, ginger, and almond

it was a pleasure to let the soap bar run all over my skin
oh! what a precious sensation and fragrance

so this night, i feel fresh & nicely soft & clean
and not just outside but inside too
and my skin is softer
oh what a luscious feeling...
i feel 'lighter' and a big hungry but happy to finish another successful day of cleaning myself
inside & out, i almost feel like a cat, a playful one! heh heh
meow ;)

Wake Up, Sir!

here an excerpt from Wake Up, Sir!

"I just wanted to say that I think the word I is the saddest word in the English language. To me it means failure, disappointment, heartbreak, and death. Nothing good comes of being an 'I.' Know what the saddest word in French is? Je. . . . I don't know any other words for I. Wait, yo is I in Spanish. But yo doesn't sound sad. Maybe that's why Latins are in a good mood most of the time. Ich is the German one. My grasp of foreign tongues is better than I thought. Ich sounds like they're disgusted with themselves. Maybe that's why Germans are so insane. They do seem to be better lately, though. I don't think they'll give the world trouble again, but you never know. . . . Almost all peoples have a dark period, though theirs was very dark. America is in dark period right now, since we're leading the way in boiling the oceans and killing everything.

...Even the Scandinavians, who are sort of perfect—clean streets, good health-care, active sex lives—had a dark period, a brief Viking phase, but since then they've been very well behaved."

To which Jeeves responds, "A walk, sir?"

end of excerpt
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now Jeeves is the butler, personal valet of a young writer from New Jersey... a butler in New Jersey? well, that's when the fun starts...

this was a deliciously sarcastic and funny book by Brooklyn author Jonathan Ames, I finished a couple of weeks ago, and I laugh and I laugh and I laugh... Ames style reminds me a lot of David Sedaris, another one of my selected authors...
Oh if I could find more books like these!

No regrets on any time spent reading any of these guys
enjoy! & please if you are either American, French, German, or Scandinavian for that matter, please don't take it personal, this was just a passage I got online without having to type...

today is day 2 of the diet, still all going well