let's spring!

sun shine sun

met my shadow at the station

nightwalk

spring at night

one night in Argentina

Restaurant Gaucho, Zurich.

Messieurs…

Messieurs, allez vous faire foutre avec vos belles phrases vides,

Vos promesses gratuites et vos larges sourires plastiques.

Sous des airs gentlemen se cachent des adolescents attardés

N'ayant pas le sens des responsabilités.

Vous n'en avez rien à cirer,

Seul compte votre engin à bander.

L'amas de coeurs brisés,

Forme un tapis dans votre 3 pièces bien carré.

Votre belle gueule de menteur raté

Se reflète chaque matin dans le miroir déformé.
Il serait temps de faire prendre l'air

A vos couilles molles qui trainent par terre.

Allez retrouver votre petite femme désespérée

Qui attend patiemment dans sa cuisine agencée

Et repasse sagement vos chemises aux petits carrés

Qui sont aussi petits que votre esprit limité.

Peur de vivre, de souffrir, d'être vrai et d'aimer.

Il est plus facile de fuir dans sa petite vie ajustée.

Faire semblant faisant face à la peur

En sachant que le bonheur se trouve ailleurs.

Caresses, belles promesses, chocolats amers,

sourires chers, champagne aux bulles égarées,

Il ne reste que des souvenirs figés, des plaies béantes,

Des nuits noires et froides sans étoiles.

Ces Messieurs, je vous souhaite le bonsoir.
Car vous nous faites sincèrement chier.

Veuillez trimbaler vos couilles ramollies

Dans le futur dans d'autres lits.

____

Les Messieurs concernés,

Sauront peut être ici se retrouver.

What goes through your eyes...

petit poème du soir

Les coeurs brisés

Dans un coin sombre étalés

S'amoncèlent les coeurs brisés.

Certains même sont en fer,

D'autres encore en pierre.

Cela fait bien des années

Que personne ne les a remarqués.

Dans leur coin perdu dans le noir,

Ils ne sont pas beaux à voir.

Les moins d'entre eux abîmés,

Seront peut être recyclés.

On les gonflera d'espoir,

Et si l'Amour revenait un soir?

Par la vie malmenés

Et à force d'être usés,

La plupart agonise doucement

Car ils ont servi trop longtemps.

Sur les restes des souvenirs passés,

Tels des débris éparpillés,

S'amasse la poussière

Scintillant dans la lumière.

L'espoir s'est comme un oiseau envolé

Et dans un coin sombre étalés

Ils contemplent la nuit étoilée.

C'est le destin des coeurs brisés.

__________

Trish

L'as de coeur

Sticker from Edwin, jeans made in Japan.
The best!

…if you don't have time, stop watching TV.

inspiration…

A picture from my favorite interior design blog called Vosgesparis.
Minimalistic style, it' s all about the essential.

See more here:

http://www.vosgesparis.com/search/label/my%20home

Sony world photography awards

by Neville Jones, 2014 Sony World Photography Awards

by Chi Hung Cheung, 2014 Sony World Photography Awards





see more under:

http://youonlyliveonce.com.au/sony-world-photography-awards-no-1/#more-48017

double the trouble

My favorite rock duo the Kills explores Art's most controversial duos.

From:

http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/video/2014/mar/24/the-kills-tate-unlock-art-great-double-acts-video

Gotan Project "mi confesion"

I loved from the beginning the work of Gotan Project.

So here some tango inspiracion…

...Buenos Aires

…Argentina here we come!

Buenos Aires

…planing my next project. Dancing tango in the streets of La Boca in Buenos Aires!

Having dreams is nice. But realizing them is much better!

There are places you've never been to but hearing the name of it makes your heart beat faster.
I don't know why…
Like the desert in Nevada and Arizona, Buenos Aires is definitely an other "heartbeat destination" for me.

Well, I have no clue about tango and even less about spanish.
No problem.

I'll simply learn it!

let's have a ride...

nomad love

there is no place like home… mine is somewhere out there.
Am on the way...

what? why do you look so sad?

sunshine friday, let the green come in!

let the summer come...

let the engine run...

London Grammar "waisting my young years"

wicked game

by London Grammar.

One of my musical coup de foudre of last weeks. 

Their music transports you to an other universe with a touch of darkness, electro sounds and that astonishing not from that earth voice.

keep smiling

"…your smile is bright but your heart is cold…"

deep blue

lost and found

...getting lost will help you find yourself.

dream on

"She is better than the girl of my dreams...

She is real."

this is not a love story

…and I loved that movie.

be afraid

Don't be afraid that your life will end.

Be afraid that it will never begin.

coming home soon

...soon will be road tripin' in Arizona, Nevada and other desert places….

First dreaming then planing this trip since a very long time.

I was never there, I saw only pictures about those places but somehow I have the feeling I'm coming home. This is crazy.

Can't wait to be there...

Maybe the searching for a place I can call home will end there?

Maybe I'll stay there, who knows?

after woman's day, time for a high dose of Men...

pictures 1 to 3:
http://www.haarbarbaar.nl

picture 4 & 5:
http://schorembarbier.nl


If I was a man I would wear a beard, tattoos, eau de Cologne and classic old school fashion.
Smoke the pipe and drink whisky.

And go to one of those crazy barber every week.

Men, I love you. Especially if you have a good sense of humor!

Cheers!

all pictures by Tim Collins

A Thousand Gardens in Africa

"…maybe one day it will be Africa who will feed Europe…"

"A non-profit member-supported association, Slow Food was founded in 1989 to counter the rise of fast food and fast life, the disappearance of local food traditions and people's dwindling interest in the food they eat, where it comes from, how it tastes and how our food choices affect the rest of the world."

Read more about that project here:

http://www.slowfood.com

come back to me

I love that song, that video, that crazy girl dancing…

That could be me, hey!

Dance until your feet burn baby.

And I love that making of…. working, dancing, sweating, repeating on and on..

That could be me too!

Dance until you loose your mind!

the beginning of the end:

Every ending is a new beginning. So let's begin at the end…

Better ask yourself...

better a happy loneliness or a frustrated togetherness?

tree talk

goodbye...

it is time for a change.

a big one with a short cut.
Finally.

In a few minutes a few kilos lighter and years younger.

I wish some parts of my past would get a shortcut too...