Close to my heart

I keep my cats close to my heart
Every day, all the time
Love you Frau Kitty und Herr Gato

Two cats pendant

Frau Kitty in peaches box

Herr Gato enjoying the court yard

Little Hummingbird

A lovely little hummingbird
made his nest on an avocado tree in our courtyard
he is so fragile and precious!
Please love and appreciate life.
Do not hurt, eat, or kill anybody.

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Morrissey at Plymouth, September 2015

Now every time Morrissey sings
I wish I was there...
even if it is on the other side of this Earth

Thank you Nina Elliott @senoraelliott
for posting this piece of
Every Day is Like Sunday

And thank you to Int'l Playboy @Intl_Playboy
for the pictures...
the internet allows me to be where my heart belongs
even if by his side, I am not.

photo by Int'l Playboy @Intl_Playboy

photo by Int'l Playboy @Intl_Playboy

 

Valentine's day

Happy Valentine's day
glücklich Valentinstag
Feliz Día del Amor y la Amistad

a little post from The Guardian
these Valentine's Day: The 10 best love letters
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/gallery/2012/feb/14/valentines-day-best-love-letters

and there is also this very lovely collection
of Love Poems
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/interactive/2012/feb/13/best-love-poems-interactive
and that is where i got this one
that reminds me of all that is love...

foot-kissing or toe-sucking?

here a couple of wonderful sentences
that mister Julian Barnes wrote on his
short stories book The Lemon Table

he is talking:
19th Century people versus us!
the 21th Century generation
and
our perception of love and sex
and he says about...

"If we know more about consummation;
they knew more about desire.

If we know more about numbers;
they knew more about despair.

If we know more about boasting;
they knew more about memory.

They had foot-kissing;
we have toe-sucking.

You still prefer our side of the equation?
You may well be right.

Then try a simpler formulation;

if we know more about sex;
they knew more about love."

and i wonder?
in which side are you of the equation?
you can share here, or just think about it yourself

...& smile while you are at it

monday blues single-entrée dinner plate

detained encapsulated
a reaction a feeling a connection
and a smile
remaining persisting
on spirit
been keeping cover for a while

didn’t want air touching it
didn’t want the sun stroking it
nor the snow freezing it
between sealed fingers
with all care can have

thinking it: safe clean fine
careful! not to squeeze too hard
careful! not to let go free either
careful! half closed the hand
for a while

every every where with me went
each and every day since found
to dinners to parties to friends
to movies to the laundromat
when i took then photos
and when after, i deleted them
when i breathe deep-in
and when after, breathe down-out
when i made tea
and when after, i drank my dark cafe

the first thought in the morning
the last thought at night
it is
it was

yet like all treasures
got stolen
or it hides
nobody can give me a signal
nobody knows if it's dead or alive

maybe it just got scared of me
and ranaway and hides

the mirror reflection today
empty, again, another day
alone, empty recipients
empty, but care
empty myself, hidden the treasure
under my table, under my bed, and under my head

what if maybe was never there?
maybe just a reflection of my own care
maybe just a reflection of my own despair

maybe while elucidating it escaped
through the spaces
between the fingers
of my thought-careful-enough hands
or maybe between
the spaces of the straws of my hair

today again empty
yet i still hold it
something i want to believe is there

not sure what it is
but still heeding
staring at the space on
my two wide open empty hands

free yet alone another day

remembering what rocio told me one day:
love is for two, misery is for one
please bring me then my single painful entrée