Ehm...
inviting the sun, i can never resist melting some frost with my warm hand...
APRIL SCAVENGER HUNT - 30 THINGS : 3rd entry: "Something cold" (#27)
:: Coup de filet... ::
I caught my hand in a net...
What can a hand in a net say?
Look and hear...
Perhaps you will see
some human values
and some incongruities...
:: L'été où le soleil n'était pas au rendez-vous ::
i can only hear the piano play
Jeux de mains, au son des notes qui errent
Une délicate écharpe m'accompagne...
As i was just now writing to a friend, very far away:
"Sunday, 26 July 2009
Yesterday morning, when i woke up, i was in a "dolce vita" mood.
Listening to piano on my sound system and letting my mind wander around.
Then, on my bed side table, there was my little scarf
that i had put there the night before, to free my hair.
Then my hands started to play with the scarf,
while listening to the piano and reminiscing of one afternoon in Paris
where i had a migraine and had to remain at the hotel.
But, although i had a migraine, i opened the tall windows
to feel the air of the Spring in Paris.
Leaning flat on the bed, my naked feet under the pillow
and my head at the feet of the bed, on the comforter,
i heard from across the garden somebody play piano.
That was for sure a virtuoso.
I let the fresh/warm air of May take me deeper in the moment.
The notes were magical. I love piano, i wish i learned how to play
this magnificent instrument. So yesterday morning, in my humble bedroom,
i was listening to piano and i relived that moment
with my eyes closed and then, i realized that the light was just perfect.
My camera is never far...and...Voilà, you have the explanation
of the birth of my latest gallery on PBase".
:: Matin soft...de pluie ::
En ouvrant les yeux, j'ai aimé la lumière.
La pluie dansait dans ma tête.
J'entendais glisser les gouttes...
Inspiration : Michael Bolton : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvbFsdWJLuo
