Archive for 2011
December 29, 2011
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Roxane Beis' beautiful home in Paris
December 2, 2011
One morning, the monkis woke up in a big, white emptiness. The Monki World was gone. Cold white stuff was all that could be seen anywhere. And tiny stars kept on falling from the sky, dropping like soft punches on freezing paws and wet fur. A monki may be small, but not so small it doesn’t have room for a big, brave heart.
November 29, 2011
Oh and one more thing - it was a beautiful- beautiful flight. Believe it or not but it almost looked like it has been painted after Jason Hawkes' photography.
I hold you in my heart
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. Cummings
Here I am, again. Good night England.
November 25, 2011
Little girls in sparkly frocks waving spangly wands, pintsized brothers sporting neat partings and sulky faces; Dad sheepish in velvet reindeer horns, Mum’s Sugar Plum Fairy tiara heading south. It just has to be Christmas and a family outing to The Nutcracker ballet. It is the time of year for Nutcrackermania.
Tonight I'll spend my evening in the opera house with the Nutcracker
Nutcracker costumes shot by Rachel Papo
BACK TO DREAMS BY FACUNDO GARAY
“- Back To Dreams is about the feeling you have when you wake up from one of those dreams you do not want to wake up from, and you try your hardest to go back to sleep in order to continue dreaming the same.“
I've been dreaming a lot recently.
