Wondering, Wandering, Waowing.: 2011

lundi 26 décembre 2011

Feeling Lucky As Hell...

Un an et des poussières d'étoiles de bonheur total. Un seul mot me squatte la bouche : MERCI.

jeudi 22 décembre 2011

Quand je fume pas, je bosse...

Bon, c'est du bricolage.
Fait à l'aide de trois bouts de ficelle et d'un pot de Pritt.
Avec une équipe de 2 personnes et demi, les miracles passent à la trappe ;)

Pour ceux que ça intéresserait (maman?!), plus d'infos par là :
Corsaires TV

mardi 22 novembre 2011

mardi 18 octobre 2011

We Wish You A Merry Apero.

Au détour d'un vieux dossier égaré, c'est le genre de photo sur laquelle on est bien heureux de retomber.
Elle me donne envie d'un Aperobill au vin chaud.
Je sais je met la charrue avant le Père Noël.
Mais j'ai toujours rêvé d'être une guirlande.

vendredi 10 juin 2011

Let Your Head Bow To Your Heart...

"Immerse your soul in love" Radiohead

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.

"On the Beach At Night" Walt Whitman