Waterlilies

15 000 years ago- part 3

2009-12-30T11:55:00.000-08:00

It took me some time to get pragmatic about the whole situation, I knew no more about Hard
Stone than anyone in our tribe, I had to know more about the man that I considered my ennemy
Hard would wake up very early in the morning, so to spy on him from dawn on, I had to wake before he did.
I had no problem waking at any time I chose I just had to think about it before falling asleep and
sure thing I awoke much before Hard, that was in fact a very good idea and it paid off rather quick.
The sun wasn't up yet when our chief stepped out of his hut, he took a look around but I was out of sight , watching him through a small crack I made in the shack where all youngsters slept,
then he left camp and headed eastward (sunupway), there was a lean path Hard was taking and I came out and followed his trail as soon as he disapeared behind the trees, I was careful to check which way the wind blew, Hard would've smell my presence if I had the wind in my back, it was not the case, there was a gentle breeze from my right and since it was the way Hard went, that would keep my scent away from his nostrils but on the other hand I could smell Hard Stone and
could evaluate roughly how far he was from me.

15000 Y.ago_Part 2

2009-08-18T02:56:00.001-07:00

15000 Y.ago_Part 2
Dark Cloud was thus named because she was born with a bushy tuft on the top of her head, later she grew long straight shinny black hairs that you had to brush a bit away to get a look at two magnificent eyes,deep and profoundly black, a kind and sweet look on the outside world.I think we loved each other from the start, her dark look into my blue one as we played together we tasted our skin with the tip of our tongue and rubed our noses when alone,she smelled good and as seasons went by we were involving ourselves into our love and sex playing so much that the entire community came to known about it.Sometimes, rather often now that I think of it, Running Deer would join us, he was one season older than I and Dark and friendly enough to be accepted as a sex play mate by Dark and as hunting companion by me, we appreciated each other, Run was smart, slow and thoughtful in his talk, on the contrary I was fast talking, saying what I felt outright but I doubted all things and experiences made by others .I didn't mind his sex playing with Dark since all kids in our camp indulged in sex experiments in their early years, this didn't bother me, we kept friendly relations and we both had sex plays with Dark on several occasions,she seemed to enjoy those happenings as Run and I tried to please her as much as we could. Run asked me once_"How does she look to you when she gets carried away and her face expresses delight in sex play"_"She looks like the prettiest girl I ever seen,Run".He agreed nodding his head and kept on_"I overheard Hard Stone and her mother talking low about Dark, he wants to take her as his wife when she reach twelve"_"Oh noooo,what did she answer??Small Fire doesn't like me, you know,what did she say?"_"She said it would be a good thing for Dark and that she would talk to her daughter to prepare her for that event"_"I would rather die than see that"_"I know that, High, and you're gonna die too".Two suns after that conversation I got to see Dark in private and asked her if she knew about the deal between her mother and the chief, she told me she was made aware of the futur by Small Fire and she told me not to oppose Hard Stone as it would mean certain death for me.I screamed in pain but she hushed me, she said that she couln't stand a life without me._"so please High, survive no matter what happens,I won't be alive if you leave this world".We argued for a while but I stopped when I saw distress in her eyes._" Please,High my love,please....(and then lower,crying)...please".I didn't know what I was to do but I was sure I would take my stand again, if the lion didn't get me, Hard Stone woudn't either and I started to think about a way out.

15 000 Years ago

2009-08-14T22:03:00.000-07:00

I was born in a small tribe of hunters roaming about the northern part of a country that now is named Spain.
My father's name was Two Spears and my mother was called Red Moon, Two Spears disapeared
during a hunting trip that he took with Hard Stone,our chief, and his two nephews; Long Arrow and Fast Fist. At that time I was four or five and Red moon was around sixteen winters, we both were adopted by Hard Stone who spent his time making me regret my dad's gentle eyes
and the stories that he used to tell me night times by the fire around which we all gathered until late.
Hard Stone took my mother as his third wife and I became his hated son-in-law, his victim.
In spite of all the bad treatments from Hard Stone and his first wife, Loud Call, I managed to reach the age of ten and I had one more season to go in order to become a full adult member of the tribe, this was achieved through a ritual ruled by the shaman Big horn but I was freed from
the hands of Hard Stone much sooner than expected.
All the hunters were gone to a river spot where buffalos used to cross while migrating to the south, only youngters, women and old people stayed to guard the camp and that day, around noon, I was training throwing spears by a pond near camp,while women and kids played in the water, the spears came from my father, these were my legal property and none could contest this, not even Hard Stone,that was the custom.
Anyway, I was by my target tree when that lion appeared, a female,I didn't have time to think and I just walked toward her, she growled deep but I just pointed one of my spears toward her and got ready to throw the other, pure instinct made me shake my right arm,holding firmly my
other weapon and ready to strike if she chose to attack, She didn't,she growled one more time and left sowly, avoiding the rout.
That female probably had cubs and was alone, I think she couldn't afford a fight in which she could get wounded but my attitude was what made me a man before time.
Three sun passed and the hunters were back, all learned what I'd done,there's not a thing Hard Stone could do about it and they painted me with red earth and the shaman named me by the fire that night, I was to be "High Stand" full member of my tribe.
Later I had to cope with our chief again, he wanted to take Shiny Cloud, my love, as his fourth wife. That's another story.....

Residual radio noise

2009-07-29T09:42:00.000-07:00

As soon as radio telescopes were built, astronomers pointed their new toys in all directions, to hear what radio waves could say about stars, dying stars and super novas, quasars and black holes and whatever.
I don't have to tell you that I don't know much about astronomy or physics, I'm not a scientist,period.
As astronomers were listening to all these radio sources they noticed a small noise in the radio
background of the universe,that noise is permanent and scientists declared that it was the residual radio noise of the birth of our universe. Really??Is there a proof of this, I never read a detailed explanation of how we can prove that this persistent noise is what's left of the fantastic
explosion that gave matter to the void.
Is that noise the proof? Maybe I missed something there,If I did forgive me and jump to another blog.
I always thought the universe had something to do with eternity, now if you take a small radio noise as a positive sign of a ' Big Bang' you compare the universe to man's life,if we're born so was the universe. That makes me think of the belief, in the past centuries, that the earth was unique and stars were only christmas candles to decorate the sky by night.
It makes me think also of ancient theories as 'Spontaneous Generations' and 'China is the center of the world' and it reminds me all the postulates we took for granted in the past.
I stuck my head under the water by the sea and I heard all kinds of noises, I didn't conclude it was residual noises of the birth of life in the oceans.
I still believe eternity is, I still believe matter was always and I believe life was always too.
Only man, animals,planets,stars and galaxies are born and die after a while, not the universe.
If I read a real scientific explation of the Big Bang theory,with proof,I'll change my mind.

Doom’s day

2009-07-21T01:40:00.000-07:00

An important population of flees were living on the skin of a street dog.The living was easy ,food was tasty and a wonderfull forest of hair covered their land but as time went by their numbers grew,hairs started to vanish and their room space became smaller so that the best spots were taken by the strongest and most clever flees.,still, life was harder and the conflictual situation between the ‘have’ and the ‘have-not’ lead to a revolution and lots of trouble ,the top flees of Earland and Neckland won over the ‘have-not’in the battle of Scratchbelly and many Have-not leaders were executed and their followers reduced to slavery
Except in the state of Ballsland where the citizens,allied of Tailland and Hindland stood high and stopped the ennemies on the actual frontier of Rearland and the kingdom of Neckland.

After many routs,skirmishes and small troubles of all sorts the two armies signed a peace treaty and there remained two factions: Neckland and Rearland.

Now, both kingdoms had the same religion,most flees believed in Dog but a wide amount of subjects on both sides were ‘Adogist’ and denied the existence of Dog.The head of the dogist faith called the infaithful adogists to repent or to be thrown in Hellhole and suffer the horrible stink for eternity.

“well,Lydie,I admit you had good grades this year and that you’re of age to have a dog but we’ll need at least two pounds of powder to get rid of the flees on that one. OK,hon, you can have him…………

My kid came back

2009-07-20T00:10:00.000-07:00

Hi people, long time no see, I'm addressing this to all, not a religion in particular, not a citizen but to all.
The most boring topic that's been discussed over and over, over the years,decenies and centuries past is the problem of God: does God exist?
Nobody seems able to prove the existence or the non-existence of God, it's a fifty/fifty question so if you think that God is just a man made invention you have 50 % chances to be right and if
you think God is real you have 50 % too.
Some guys are positive about it and think 'why not' ,I'll vouch for that, and others think "NO"
One of the arguments of the negative side is "why would there be so much suffering,killing and so on if God did exist?"
The positive side answers "You can't guess God's ways and will"
Why not? Men said this, not God.
What could be more important to God than all the suffering of mankind?

This maybe:
This day,that day among thousands of other days,when one of those human beings wakes up
and for the first time in his life and realizes "Ohhh, I'm starving my brothers, Lord !! I'm killing
your children and I despair my own kind"

It just might be one of these things. WHY NOT ? 50 %

Pornography is condemned

2008-04-18T01:36:00.000-07:00

Pope blames porno for the numerous child abuses and rapes on minors commited by catholic
priests in US. Why yes, it's not the priests faults, poor blokes are lead astray by me on Deja Vu.
I wish You a Merry Syphilis and a Happy Good Clap.

2008-03-12T22:26:00.000-07:00

THE STRAIGHT LINE AWARD

2008-02-16T00:15:00.000-08:00

Before hand let every one know that this is the smallest award set up in the world,there is only one member in the jury and he’s not a famous character
In fact the winner of the award might be embarrassed by this set up however,the jury promises to do is best to make an honest choice among the nominees.Sorry; there is no trophy or other prize to win other than the lecture of this post (it’s not really a ‘fiesta’ but that’s all there is to it)

This special award is offered to outstanding persons known through out the world for their dedication to duty and the special care they take of their kind.
Since there is too many nominees none of them will be listed here.

Now; For a whole life of persevering in the every day task of keeping in line with her work and putting aside her own comfort by going through the grind of daily performances that have to be done hour by hour, by going over heartbreaks,wishes and wants,reported vacations and journeys that she would not have made if she didn’t have to,for the honest and simple ways of representing the nation and the people she serves, the STRAIGHT LINE AWARD is given to Elizabeth Queen of England that the one member jury admires most.

COMING BACK FROM NOWHERE

2008-02-15T14:30:00.001-08:00

You went away,having sold your house,bought a new one. You

were busy or you've been displaced ,maybe you were in prison or gone to war. It's been quite a time you haven't seen the old place and today

you're passing by and have some time to spare, so you visit your home town and go check on spots,neighborhood or the usual beer joint you used to go to.You recognise the town but there are some new buildings,like blots on the page which makes it look strange to you.

They changed the bar's look but the new owner 's got bad taste, the public square where you played touch football with friends seems

alien grounds, you don't see anyone you knew except, perhaps, Burt the only guy you don't want to see.

You go take your car to keep on moving and you feel as if you've been robbed of something while you were away, here and now you've lost your identity,you're nobody around here, a nobody coming back from nowhere and having nothing to say.

Missed mark

2008-02-09T19:28:00.000-08:00

Most everyone has a black spot in his or her memories,something you don't want to be known, something you would like to forget but you can't, it comes back,it hits you periodicaly and when you don't expect it at all.
It's 4:58 in the morning in southern France and as I was watching flames in the fire place 15mn ago, it came to the surface once again,biting hard into my heart......Well, here it is:

I'm out for the night,I'm sixteen,I prowl around the french quarter on saturday night.I'm horny
as a deer in mating season,it's hot in New Orleans and summer is not far ahead.After checking out a few booze joints and night clubs in the french quarter I decide to go to " El café of los marinayos"(I'm not sure about the spelling) near Jackson's square,down by the river's side.
They didn't ask for ID's and didn't give a damn about your age (worry free for a teen under 18).
While drinking tequila and listening to latin music I was involved in a conversation with a guy that introduced me to an under-nourished brunette with nice eyes(can't remember how this happened but it did)to make the story short she refused the drink I was offering her and proposed to put up for five bucks(cheap even in those days), I said yes and out we went.
We ended up in a place were they rented tiny and worn out rooms for the night.
After our performance(nothing worth Guiness Book's attention) I started to dress up to go,
that's when she asked me to stay a while with her.....and I refused.
Lord! There's no time-travel machine to go back to you girl,if there was, I'd go back indeed and I
would stay and caress your hair and hold you against me telling you sweet lies, I'm so sorry.
I was such a cold hearted bastard.
If you're still alive and if you still remember that night, please forgive me,I ask for mercy because you see; now it's me burning in hell.

Just wishing

2008-01-05T16:44:00.000-08:00

I wish for good things, the best for everyone,everywhere. I wish for peace and no more wars to come. I wish the pretty,the fine,the wonderful days. If you start to wish as I and some others do; the good will grow, and if some people follow you, it will grow some more.
Wish love and honey,the beat of butterflies' wings over flowers, the fragrance of roses in the summer and the sound of waves breaking on the beach. Wish your heart off 'till it stops.
Wish the best to all lovers; the young, the adults and the old. Wish greetings like sweet kisses and wish smiles on everyone's face.
I wish to make 2008 a wishing year. YES LET'S START WISHING, PEOPLE, NOW AND EVER....................IT MIGHT BE THE BEST WAY TO PRAY. GPV.

Sorry to be back so late

2007-12-27T08:59:00.000-08:00

Moving from one house to another is lots of trouble sometimes, took me several
months. So Happy New Year to all and a big special kiss to Apple......SMAAAAACK !
Will post something as soon as poss (I still have work on the new villa) Shuss peaps.

2006-12-16T06:50:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas hotties, Ho Ho Ho !

2006-11-28T05:06:00.000-08:00

Christmas'not far

Apple forwarded this

2006-11-24T07:44:00.000-08:00

Diving
In 1905, the U.S. Navy began development of more modern equipment, diving tables, and diving practices using experience from worldwide operations. In order to go deeper and remain longer at depth, Commander George "Papa Topside" Bond started research for the Navy in 1957 leading to the development of "saturation diving." Bond perfected the equipment and diving tables through the "Genesis" program and the "seaLab" phases of activity. Dr. Robert Workman, a U.S. Navy Physiologist, was primarily responsible for the development of diving tables needed for saturation diving which uses a breathing mixture of helium and oxygen. In 1957, Edward Lee Taylor and Mark Banjavich, two ex-Navy divers, along with French diver Jean Valz, formed Taylor Diving & Salvage, later acquired by Brown & Root. They developed the techniques and equipment necessary (recompression chambers for surface decompression) to extend the use of mixed-gas diving to the deeper depths required by the offshore industry. Swiss physicist Hannes Keller, together with Shell Oil, experimented with diving to depths of 1,000 ft offshore California in the mid 1960s using helium-ioxygen. His efforts led to further development of the diving tables used in mixed-gas diving. In the early 1970s and for 10 years thereafter, Shell started the development of Remote Operated Vehicles (ROVs) to conduct deep offshore inspection activities to supplement, and in some cases replace, the necessity to use divers. The first subsea completion was installed by Shell in the Gulf of Mexico in 1961, West Cameron Block 192, waterdepth 17 m (57 ft), as a test case for later deepwater application. Saturation diving was first used offshore in 1967 to install Shell's Marlin System at 320 ft in the West Delta field.

Recognizing the pioneering efforts of the following people and companies who contributed to the development of this technology:
Mark Banjavich, Robert "Bob" Barth, George F. Bond, Hannes Keller, Walter F. Mazzone, Edward L. Taylor, Jean G. Valz, Robert D. WorkmanShell, Taylor Diving (Halliburton), U.S. Navy
So many are not here anymore. Hi Hempy,Sky and Dad.

Forwarded by Appleita

2006-11-22T02:14:00.000-08:00

Joan on Saying No:

"You must appreciate yourself enough to say "no" when you want to, to get that word in, even if you think you're being rude -- and not feel guilty about it, then or later. Guilt is the most useless emotion we can feel, and it probably was invented by bossy boutique salespersons."

In Tahiti they say Aiita, It's pronounced A-eeta, they don't use it often but when they do, it's said in a strong
voice and louder then in normal conversation------>means that you've been too far and that they can't just
ignore your proposal. Yes is the usual answer so that you don't have to say it, you just have to blink your eyes open. Being polite the maori way is not to ask anything that might have a 'no' for answer.

Steve Harrigan

2006-11-21T07:57:00.000-08:00

Steve Harrigan gets waterboarded by Fox' staff (Not Falstaff you fool)
Apple, can you tell your french son in law were he can get wineboarded..... Please !!!!

Ashame of the IQ test

2006-11-21T01:14:00.000-08:00

I got only 3 Apple and I'm not good looking anymore, worse: I'm not going to do anything about it except forget it fast.

Apple's E-Mail

2006-11-21T01:04:00.000-08:00

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, " When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip." So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.
At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following note on the door: 1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp. 2) There are 10 commandments, not 12. 3) There are 12 disciples, not 10. 4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated. 5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass. 6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C. 7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the spook. 8) David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him. 9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass. 10)We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T." 11)When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "Take this and eat it for it is my body. " He did not say " Eat me" . 12)The Virgin Mary is not called " Mary with the Cherry. 13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, Yeah God. 14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at ST. Peter's not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

Just details.

brillant defense

2006-11-21T00:55:00.000-08:00

A defendant was on trial for murder. There was strong evidence indicating guilt, but there was no corpse. In the defense's closing statement the lawyer, knowing that his client would probably be convicted, resorted to a trick. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all," the lawyer said as he looked at his watch. "Within one minute, the person presumed dead in this case will walk into this courtroom." He looked toward the courtroom door. The jurors, somewhat stunned, all looked on eagerly. A minute passed. Nothing happened. Finally the lawyer said, "Actually, I made up the previous statement. But you all looked on with anticipation. I therefore put to you that you have a reasonable doubt in this case as to whether anyone was killed and insist that you return a verdict of not guilty." The jury, clearly confused, retired to deliberate. A few minutes later, the jury returned and pronounced a verdict of guilty. "But how?" inquired the lawyer. "You must have had some doubt; I saw all of you stare at the door." The jury foreman replied: "Yes, we did look, but your client didn't."

Brillant jury

1968

2006-07-27T07:19:00.000-07:00

Oncle Sam wants YOU

2006-07-26T08:27:00.000-07:00

Freedom Fighter

2006-07-01T00:56:00.000-07:00

Freedom fighter
You’ve been sent there
Just to paint
All those red flowers
Scarlet dots of pain
On that baby’s shirt

You the soldier
Are you well aware
Of your friend
Loosing arm or leg
All of this in vain
For square miles of dirt

Hey man,brother
The carpetbagger
Lies all he can
Gets you to bring warfare
On your fellow men
You shoot them like ducks

Look out yonder
Brothers and fathers
All over the land
It’s time to beware
It might be the end
Fighter for a couple of bucks

Trunk or treat

2006-06-02T11:48:00.000-07:00

Steve got his first call around 9 :00 A.M. from his secretary- ‘’ Mr Witsen please, this is a reminder ; will you come to your office before noon to sign the checks, it will be too late after the week-end, thank you”.
Sweet Barbara never forgets a pay day.
His monitor played the log out music after he shut down from the web and he clicked out his computer, leaving Windows closing itself as he went toward the bathroom in order to shave some, that and a quick shower done in five minutes, plus another five to comb and dress and he headed for the garage.He kissed Michelle, his wife, as he passed through the kitchen , “ Be back in an hour,sugar”.
Trafic got heavy near the center and he put on the radio to kill time.” There is too many damn
red lights in this town” There was this speech of Rev. Adams on ‘Reincarnation ‘.Adams’ voice was deep “ Reincarnation is a pagan belief…it’s an unworthy thought and is not considered credible by any christian church…”. Steve shut the radio down, thinking that he heard enough. “It’s probably the only thing I agree with anyway”.
He parked the Land Rover across the street from his office building and went to the nearest crosswalk on his right, the sign said ‘ WALK’ he passed in front of a truck on the first lane when his cell phone rang, he reached for it in his suit’s inside pocket and answered, his pace slowed down-“Mr Witsen?----Yes,himself, who’s….”
Harry,” Stony Pig” was coming down Washington Ave., thirty yards ahead the lights turned green in front of his Mustang, he accelerated and passed a big white truck when Witsen walked in front of his car…..no time to stop…
There was a big white flash and Steve heard a sound incredibly low, even more than one, it was hot, someone was caressing him, there was that bass sound again and all kinds of noises,
some were familiar….he must be in a hospital and it must be a television he heard, a film on Africa or something….
There’s no pain, let’s try to move….how do I…I open my eyes and I see mother…she smells..
“ Shee-it, I’M AN ELEPHANT “

First voting ballot

2006-05-31T05:19:00.000-07:00

not finished

2006-05-28T10:40:00.000-07:00

Will work some more on these following paintings

Antibes' fort

2006-05-28T10:38:00.000-07:00

Antibes' port in the 70's

2006-05-28T10:36:00.000-07:00

Last Song

2006-05-25T08:06:00.000-07:00

The pain seems to drift away…..I get off the street car with Wolf, we’re somewhere on St Charles… he leads me to the temple, I don’t know where it is, we talk while walking and he forgets that he is supposed to show me where it’s at, I’m not aware of that anymore….
we keep discussing and I walk ahead, I turn left, stop in front of the temple and walk up the stairs….. Wolf stops me:
-Hey Frenchee!
-Yeh man ?
-Hell, you told me you didn’t know where the temple was, man ?
-Ohh..yes, but I didn’t….Christ… I swear I didn’t…..
I go out of Warren Easton High School….I’m in the street , going to the sandwich-soda joint near by…he walks toward me, he’s on the football team:
- Hi Frenchee, can I talk to you?
- Sure man
- You’ve got communists in France, right ?
- Yes we do
- You know some communist people?
- Course I do
- Are they normal people? I mean like…you know…you and me? Like anybody, aren’t they ?
- Sure, just people, mostly workers…. Normal as can be
- Yeah that’s what I thought, thanks man, see you…..
That girl calls me….waves me inside a car…. Radio is on….”I got a girl named Mary Boronie
…she’s as skinny as a stick o’ macaroni… you should see her rock n roll with blue jeans on…
two skinny legs n a bag of bones…” Another girl sits in the back, she’s waiting to meet me…” Well I love her n she loves me, ohh how happy now we can be…making love underneath the apple tree.”…. and I walk from school, downtown to Lake Pontchartrain…
Billy stops by me to give me a ride….” This is WNOE …..your crescent city rai-dee-iiii-oooo.
..I found my thrill on Blue-Berry Hill….”
- How do you like that car, baby boy?
- Shit man! Sounds like an airplane…..
Lord …those dark eyes I sank in….suckin’ in my soul…never to be seen again…..
“….on Blue-Berry Hill Where I found you ….” Now the pain’s getting sweeter…almost enough to keep on…..will it be the same again some day?
Graduation ….St Stanislaus….Bay St Louis….Prom Dance…ending up with vicious fucking on her boyfriend’s bed…..disapointment.
“….tell me what I say……Huuuuuuaww huuuuaww, Oo ooo O oo ooo o. hu ho……..”
I’m cracking up…..I’m in my room on the campus….I never felt so alone,my dancing flamme is gone…….I wake up in the psychiatric ward, tied down to the bed, I don’t understand……
They’re burning my brain Lynn…. Help !
-No crying hon, I’d be back….no worries; the devil ‘s made for that…..
and I’m back in Antibes, I take the elevator to Marine’s place and my eyes fall in deep blue waters….we make love without touching, not a word….no promisses, no future…..
I’m in Nice ‘s Art Deco School….wild fuck days….I work with the music on…
“ Day O, Oh day day day O ‘till night come n me want to go home…I work all day and I drink a rhumm…..” I ask young girls to pose for me, I manage to stick my dick in between their legs, they say no but they push me back with their butt, repeating “no no no no…” in time with the beat of my thrusts…and I get tired of that and stay a whole year without sex….
Now I get maried to the wrong girl, ten years wasted…..” sitting on the dock o' the bay watchin a clouds goin’ my way…. Wastin’ ti – ime”…” If you see me walkin’ down the street n’ I start to cry, each time we meet walk on by…” I keep on ..I divorce…I live….I walk in that fast food cafeteria, I see you…promise land, those dark eyes as you look aside, they say “ I told you I’d be back, my man… do you recognize me?” I thank my maker….whoever he is….yes I know what to do…whatever we do… I’ll be true…”I’ve been waiting for a girl like you..” I win…my way of living was my prayer…I refused talent, money and power and all silly secondary vain goals…I just dreamed of your eyes for more than thirty years, your dancing walk and your sweet smile… so I hold on to you… I play with you, all kinds of games… I travel far with you…and I work for you…we buy our first home together… and it’s sundown, I called one of my friends to join us for the night, you giggle…..
In the moonlight coming through the window I spread your legs to make way for his sex and I watch it go in…. I get hard as iron and I kiss your lips on your first moan and I hear your sweet voice expressing your pleasure and I keep silent to hear all the sounds of the fucking, I see your cheeks getting pink and I hear the creaking noise of the bed added to the sound of your flesh being pounded by a horny stiff dick. I keep watching your legs wide open ,your sex responding in rhythm to the stuffing fuck and your low cries of ecstasy as he gives you his load, my heart is burning, my sex is so stiff it hurts and when you have time to look my way you’re blushing and you stick out the tip of your tongue with a knowing look while your insistent glance is directed on my sex…I ‘m so excited I can’t wait anymore and I dig in you where it’s warm, with all my might and I scream like a wild beast and I explode….. you’re moaning and screaming in that girly high tone and the neighbors might wake up but I don’t care…. And now we smoke and talk, we laugh and after half an hour I kiss you and gently bend you head toward his dick….you start sucking him while looking me in the eyes and the whole night isn’t long enough to cool us down, my friend leaves in the morning, dry and empty… we both keep it up for the coming day…. We do things like that for a while… at first you ask me if it’s alright for me to do this… I answer:
- I won’t do things like that with any other girl, it wouldn’t mean anything to me now that I’ve done it with you.
I’m still on fire…I’m upside down…we dropped that kind of play long time ago but we’re together looking after our son, I won’t ever let you down…you've got those soothing dark eyes…. And the sweetest kind of understanding smile….” Oh baby when you move like that…..”
- and you M …E. de Neubourg..will you keep that loose woman for as long as you live, even though it might lead you straight to hell’s burning flammes?
- Yes
- And you girl, can you tame that vicious and sex obsessed dirty man, standing here….
- Yes
“ Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reached Jamaica I made a stop..but I ,sad to say, I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a days….my heart is down, my head is turning around,
I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town……”… on my way……won't be back………………….

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee------------------------------------------
- Doctor Steevens !!! - Be quiet, let him go…….look at that smile on his face…it’s the end…let him.

Cicada's Call

2006-05-18T14:55:00.000-07:00

I’m walking from Cap d’Antibes to Juan-les-Pins, by the « Chemin des Sables » (Sand Path);
it’s around 12:30, it’s hot, the only noise one can hear is the two time beat ‘shhzzz-shhzzz’ of the cicadas calling for mates from the pines trees, the sound of their calls and the smell of my sunburned skin overcomes the noise of my tongs slapping the dusty street, I’m wearing a cleanwhite T-shirt and a blue short.
Everybody’s dining, nobody’s out and there’s no cars in the streets. Just before reaching
Juan-les-Pins, two blocks from Gould’s Pinede, I turn left ; it leads to a quieter residential area. I crave for that low, soothing cicadas’ concert and I walk that street going up, reach the highest point of that small road and start a lazy southern stroll on the down slope.
Some fifty yards ahead, out of a crossing road she appears and resumes to walk in the same
direction as I, walking slow. She’s wearing a mustard bolero shirt that’s tied by a knot, just under her breasts leaving her slim, suntaned waist direct her perfect butt’s motion as she walks on, she’s got a short green skirt followed by two brown legs at the end of which high
heels flip-flops add to her sexy looks as she moves.
I don’t even realize my steps speed up some until I get too close to plan a casual, friendly and smart meeting sentence, I just keep silent and I’ve got to slow down some ten feet away from her, boy do I feel stupid. She slows down too. Lord , she wiggles much more than a while ago
and I can see through her skirt what seems to be two wild cats fighting under the cloth, my
heart beats so hard and she slows down even more, we walk like that and few seconds later
we had a full silent conversation, just by being silent and walking that way we said all.
When she turns in an alley and leans against that portal, I’m so hard it sticks out of my shorts………….and something snaps my whole body……. I wake up…… with a hard on…...
That dream took me back a long time ago, someone moves near me, I look to my right….
a young girl lays on her stomack, sheets artistly removed to reveal the most exciting part of her back….her head is turned the other way….. she’s not sleeping…no….I get hard again…
Cicada’s call.

soul.......

2006-05-09T16:51:00.000-07:00

I was born some 30 years ago, my name is not known and I won’t show my face,everything you’ll get from me won’t be real, someone created you as well as me, which means that I didn’t create you but I created characters to match you, to match your stupidity, your lust,
your greedy minds and your unworthy pride.
I won’t tell you about my teen days because you fucked that up too and you don’t know how you did that, I don’t want you to know, even when I amuse myself by giving you hints of what you did, you’re not able to understand, you morons.
Some of you believe that playing chess makes you intelligent when you beat somebody dumber than you, you feel great when you win all your brother’s money at a poker game and
everytime you bring someone down you feel so superior, you drink your brandy after mass on sundays.
All is well, I’m right alongside, pulling strings, I revel your vain aspirations and I know when you finaly understand that someone turned you upside down. I stay silent.
My eyes are red from times passed in front of the screen, weaving my own web and setting virtual traps ready for you to happen.
Very late at night I left-click on the white cross in the red square and my playground shuts down, I checked that everything is under control and running smooth, then I make eight steps to my refrigerator and drink orange juice right from the bottle.
You’re all part of the scenery you scarecrows, dummies and painted dolls, pathetic fools you
are and there’s not a virtual god to help you escape the world I made for you.

Once up..........

2006-05-08T04:03:00.000-07:00

Running Deer and Hands Above were adding branches in the fire while White Fang and his pack posted at the entrance of the cave assumed their night watch.
What was left of the family sat in circle around the fire, the flames threw dark shadows dancing on the walls of rocks surrounding the tribe. Great Bear, the chief, spreading his arms
as if to embrace his kinds, was simply capting their attention:
- It is time for the spring council, I, Great Bear, am saying so.We have lost many relatives in the fight with the people from the north but we cannot mourn forever, we must move on to our summer hunting grounds.
Great Bear paused and looked above their heads, to give emphasis to what was to follow he spoke with his bass voice.
nothing…..nothing happens in this world if it’s not according to our own deeds, but the Great One rewards or punish our ways…..AND….we have been punished hard. Why ?
That arose Hard Spear’s attention; that kind of speech did not bring anything good in passed times, he glanced toward One Word across the fire place and got a knowing look in return.
Unaware,Great Bear kept on;
What did we do? Who broke the laws? Who’s always teasing the hunters, mocking their mates and scattering discomfort among the males and females of our family? Who’s mating
with the married men? Can you tell me?
As Great Bear paused again everybody’s eyes turned to Moon Light, the young girl’s lips were shaking and she bent her head down, looking over the dusty ground.
Can someone tell me what should be done to such wrong doing person? Hard Spear stood up.
I can.
Standing up, Hard Spear followed through.
You all know me well, I’m the hunter who killed the black bear in the valley two moons ago, that scar was made by that bear. I never miss with my spear and I hunted and fought alongside you all ever since I was in age of doing so. It’s the first time I stand to speak in front of you, and I fear it’s the last time too. I say, I might be ugly and I might be simple in my mind but the Great One made me as he made you all. No woman ever wished me as mate and I can’t blame anybody for that, I just look down on still waters and I understand.
The only pleasure I got during times passed is the sound of Moon Light’ singing and the sight of her smiles when she dances on the rocks by the river, the way she sleeps, as sound as a baby……and I would miss everything that she is, if the Great One himself wanted to take her life…RAWWWW !! I would fight him to death.
So……Great Bear, since you want to punish Moon Light, I propose she be exiled
along with me and anyone wanting to join us and this very night we’ll walk away never to come back.
-So be it- said Great Bear-and I feel it’s a serious punishment for any female.
-What’s been said and done cannot be undone,so be it-added Hard Spear.
One Word stood up.
-With you !
They took their meager belongings and moved toward the entrance of the cave,Moon Light followed them, as they reach where White Fang sat, Hard Spear talked to the wolf
nobody heard what he said but White Fang and the pack followed the man too.
Next spring, further down south, Moon Light was singing near by a clear stream, her belly was full and round, White Fang was watching over the camp and the puppies were playing in the sand.

Fate

2006-04-07T13:48:00.000-07:00

Michael switched off the O-light drive and checked the oxygen tanks, 0.19 read the scale and an orange warning light kept blinking on the panel, it was very low, breathing would be hard
pretty soon, in four or five hours it would be the end and he had to admit he was lost.
He switched the planet-search on and the board computer lit a row of green lights as to say:
“working on the subject”. Mike sat in front of the command panel and sank in the seat.
There was little hope for survival, when O-light drive screws up it brings you just anywhere,
not anywhere in the neighborhood but anywhere millions of light years in any directions you started from, lost. There was 1/100 000 of a chance to be near a planet you can live on.
“I might as well stay here” >>------->”Wonder if they’ll find me in few thousands or millions of years”>>----------> “All dried up” >------------>”If they find me”>>-------> “ Ever”
He forced himself to sleep.

A ringing bell drilled his ears until he awoke and the first thing he noticed was the row of green lights blinking on the panel. “ Holy Mama ! How can that be ? No kiding “
Mike clapped his hands and since it was the signal for Mary 1 to speak out,she did :
“ Nice of you to let me speak,Mike, thank you very much”
“AAWWW c’mon, you bot, tell me what’s going on, Hurry”
“My instruments found a Terra-like planet, about two standard hours N-drive away”
“Can I survive that long?”
“It’s highly possible but there is little chance we’ll have time to choose a good landing spot”
“Can’t you just parachute me down there?”
“Yes, that’s what we should do, but you will land very approximately anywhere”
“Geee ! that’s good news. Can we do that now?”
“Well, if you get G suit,parachute and strap down on your seat, we’ll be on our way”

When Mary 1 ejected him in the planet’s upper atmosphere, Michael could feel the air flow around his body as he plunged toward it’s surface,two standard minutes later he oppened his first brake parachute, that slowed him to 120 mph in 30 standard sec, he looked down and realized that he had an ocean under him so he striked the second brake parachute open and started to drift with the wind. He opened his main sail few seconds later and then he could travel with and against the wind,he chose to go with the wind at first. The wind pushed him
Eastward rather fast but all he could see was blue waters as far as he could see, he swinged
to the north and kept scrutinizing the ocean and ten std.min. later he spotted an Island about
twenty miles North-East. “ Almost in reach” he thought “ Let’s do our best”.

The best he did was about to lead him some one or two miles short of the island and he was hoping there were no big predators lurking in the blue waters beneath, it seemed that luck
was on his side; a small raft was floating near by,so he drove his sail in that direction and untied his chute to drop in the sea close to the raft.
His dive brought him deep underneath but the water was warm and he had time to take off his G-suit and heavy gear before swimming back to surface.

Lua and Shila heard the loud splash when Michael hit the water and they both saw him go down, Lua was the first to react, turning to face her younger sister, she spoke in signs “It’s a male” Shila answered “ He’s coming back up,hurry Lua”
Lua seeing Mike passing by had just the time to take off her short and swim fast to him; she wrapped her arms around him while her sister pulling off the male’s pants from underneath
extracted his sexual organ to direct it in her sister’s vagina, she managed to do this just before they all reached the surface.Lua took mike’s head in her arms and with an expert twist broke his neck which freed the seminal liquid that invaded Lua’s womb and she felt it.
“aaahh”. It was mating season.

Violence..........do we get it right?

2006-03-14T07:09:00.000-08:00

I would really like to get more information on that subject, I mean besides what I feel and what I think about the subject. I don't trust what I hear from scholars and headshrinks on that topic because I noticed that every
step forward to better humanity is not due to them, changes that made humanity progress in history are due to everyday actions of men and women, just plain people, and those steps take quite a time to be achieved, before mankind on the whole can look down on past mistakes.
I feel that men_ males were exposed to violence and violent feelings for million of years before our times.
Maybe they know more about it then they think.

Human males are agressive, violence is always lurking in the back of their mind and some cope with it fairly
well, they distract from violence by having something interesting to do-
i.e.: races,football,sex,hunting,work,money,religion,politics and so on including smoking,gambling,tv....
Some men make rules to lessen their violence- box,karate and so on.
Note: Hunters have to be violent to animals -they run from violence by violent means.(I'm not throwing stones to anyone,I just relate).

Some men are aware of all this and some try to do something about it, unfortunately they see violence in others but not in themselves-so they answer violence by violence and the only winner is violence itselves.

I might have an answer, notice this ; We, humans, are strongly tied up by habits, habits are stronger than
intuitions and most of the things we learn to do well- we learn by taking appropriate habits to answer to specific situations. If you accept the fact, as a man, that violence is in you, then you can learn habits to keep away from it.

If you make a point of never raising your hands while arguing and if you make it a habit you win the first step toward peace. If you don't raise your hands it won't come down.
Then you'll find many other ways to avoid your inner violence.
I might be wrong, I'd like to have your view on this ...... Anyone??

Stone

2006-03-09T11:15:00.000-08:00

As the night falls under cloudy skies, I watch the neons of the bank across the street blink on and off, this has nothing to do with the subject of my thoughts, pictures of the past are drifting in my head and a sorrowful one landed on my conscience-Stone-The english teacher in Fortier High.
This was a pretty long time ago, Have I a good memory or did it just get on my nerves for so many years that it came back alive after eons of forgetfulness, I must admit that usually I have real good memories of my school days, some of them kept me going when times were tougher, some of the sweetest ones I got from ladies and girls I met around Dixie-You have these pictures too they're just a bit different and they might relate to other places in other countries, it's what's makes us brothers all over the world-sweet dreams.
Small drops of drizzling rain stick to the windows and the street is getting darker as it gets wet,when it's that kind of weather every thing seems quieter, cars passing by make less noise than usual as if engines could be silent when clouds are towering above.
Stone.
In Stone's class no rock n rollin', Shakespeare only: Canterbury Tales and Julius Ceasar getting stabed by five or six sharp knives including Brutus' bowie going up and down on his mentors' chest. Brutus is no good,bad Brutus.
Mr Stone didn't like that noisy frog in the back of the class room, noisy and moronic. Mr Stone believed it was impossible to teach anything to such a stupid stranger and he proved himself right, as an english teacher among half a dozen other english teachers I had before and after him.
In eight months' time I had an F as average note.
Mr Stone had a degree in english or maybe he was working hard to get one, I don't know.
Mr Stone achieved perfection in proving himself right in his credo- nothing can be taught to inferiors.
I can be witness of this, I can swear it's true, Mr Stone is right up to 100%- In eight months,six hours per week
I haven't learned anything from his class. So I had to learn english from TV shows, truckdrivers,cops,divers,
garbage collectors,mailman,cajun fishermen,loose women and whoever crossed my path.
I don't know if it's alright now, perhaps if I hadn't been so idiotic you could've done something for me.
Something bugs me some; You cashed in from my dad for a job that you coudn't do, I think it's unfair,
you should give back that money to all the people who did it for you.
You knew english so well, why didn't you write us a good novel or two-Nothing to say?
About this topic-The Worst Pupil I Ever Had-
How come so much knowledge is left on the side-Perfect english and not one story worth to be on sale in your bookstore-pity.
Well, I'm glad I don't have to teach french to a guy as stupid as me.
It stops raining outside: time to think about the good things.Hi everyday,average people, I love you. Thanks.

thousand excuses

2006-03-09T11:09:00.000-08:00

Sorry to leave this blog empty for so long but I had a good reason-I didn't feel like blogging anything.

Twennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnty facts

2005-10-27T02:51:00.000-07:00

Taggers will be thrown in the crocodile pit:

1-I'm a sex pig, I mix voyeurism, lots of other things too....Na, I won't tell, just guess.
2-When I go some way it's all the way.
3-To stop smoking didn't do any good, I just got fat and wishing I could smoke again.
4-I have learned to say 'yes' to my pretty wife.
5-Everybody laughs when I'm serious. S**T !!
6-I play tarock card game on the net.
7-Dogs love me at first snif, I wonder about it but I'm not worrying.
8-I would like to have a hundred thousand friends all over the world: I love people.
9-I don't mind bumble-bees, I made friend with one once.
10-I love with no restraint and I stick to my family.
11- I don't mind dying, I have died few times already.
12-I snore(I've been told).
13-I always skip number 13.
14-I've got two countries, one is mine and the other too.
15-I want to be appreciated so much that it's ridiculous.
16-I wish for peace, I hope for it.
17-Only one thing I don't understand puritanism.
18-I fucked a fantastic old lady in my teens.(I will describe one day).
19-The most frightful thing to me is prison.
20-I want too many things to be ever satisfied.

There's no title....no

2005-10-24T16:02:00.000-07:00

I was to meet that german family and since they are real people I can't tell their last name, I was to meet them in Zolden in austria for Christmas vacations, I was young and stupid(I still
keep a mediocre score as far as intelligence is concerned) and the reason I was going to Zolden had to do with one of the daughters of that family. I was an art student in Nice's school of 'Art Deco' and let's face it I wasn't rich, I gathered all the francs I could and changed them into pfennings and I took a train to Austria.
Camilla and Virginia met me in their hotel where later on I was greeted by the whole family. We talked a while until one of them asked me in which hotel I was, when they learned I hadn't reserved anywhere they told me to look for a room as fast as I could, I was in a sky resort by
Xmas' time and I hadn't reserved a room ! Silly ! Camilla and Virginia walked with me as I made
a trip around the town to find a room. I checked all the hotels in the city but they were all full, the few houses on the outskirt were full too.
Then, when about to give up, when passing back in the middle of town, I saw a house with a gasthaus sign painted on the front, we didn't really believe they would have a room for me but since it was the last house we hadn't ring to, I tried the bell anyway, a woman in her sixties+
opened the door and stood looking at me mouth open then she called someone behind her and
a man of the same age came out and staggered when he saw me and he said something like
"mein gott..." It was really strange.
I asked Camilla to speak for me, I knew very little german, and see if they had a free room I could rent, the answer was "Ja,ja....and so on" and when we inquired about the price, we've been
told they'll rent it for something like 10 francs a day breakfast included, I was stunned.
This was so cheap that I planned to stay much longer then I figured before.
It was a big room with three beds and it was unbelievable. Camilla told me her surprise to find
how cheap it was but all to my joy to have a place to sleep, breakfast included, I accepted and told them I would stay 10 days. They seemed to hear that with great pleasure. Lucky me.
I was suppose to have breakfast before 10 AM but the nights were so busy I woke up past 12
almost everyday, first day I thought I missed it but the woman called me back and showing me
the living room said "frushtig" or something like that, my cup of coffee was steaming and there was bread,butter,honey and all kinds of things to eat.
It went like that for a week and they gave me a key so I could get back as late as I wanted.
One afternoon I was going to leave to join my friends and I don't remember why I was looking for the lady, to tell her or ask her something but I couln't find her, as I past near their private entrance I noticed the door was slightly open and calling her I pushed it.
It was a small living room and it had a chimney and on the chimney......it's hard man, it's hard...
to wake up to other people's heart.....it still makes me cry man....on the chimney, in full uniform
of WW2 german army..... it was me, man, smiling and the same age I had, but 20 years before.

Blogger? Who's that?

2005-10-18T02:47:00.000-07:00

A blogger's got time and he spends it,he or she writes down day dreams,wishes,stories,bullshit and many other things. In usual understanding; the blogger wants to communicate, most of the time the blogging males want all the females bloggers to know how wise, strong,smart and worthy they are, all that with a touch of good taste (I'm well off but I hate to speak about it).
Blogging girls parade is: Geee! Even though I'm a beauty (follows pix of artisticaly covered boobs,butts, shoulders,legs,thighs,backs,tummies and slender arms) I also have a brain,
well, really, that's a good thing, glad to hear you have a brain, it relieves everyone to learn that,
we were worrying about it, thanks for the tip.
I'm cynical about all this or I might seem so but really I'm mostly enjoying it, I think dreamers
are great, I think it wonderful to try to shine when it's raining outside and I'm not out of it,no no,
because hiding behind my web-script I participate, play the same game even though on a lower scale since I'm getting old now. I don't know why I like people, it might be a kind of defect, I
might be a nice moron>>------> I don't care >>------> Yes please keep on blogging, keep it on
and on and on, keep on dreaming, keep on sending dancing scripts and nude pix, tell me, them,
tell everybody what you think, what you do or did, show what you see, say what you need and:
THERE'S NO GOOD REASON TO STOP>>-----> except death of course.

2005-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00

Rocco and I,after restaurant

2005-10-11T06:17:00.000-07:00

Nano's got the checker T-shirt,Do's blue,I'm green and pete's on the other side.

Antibes revisited

2005-10-10T21:42:00.000-07:00

I was about thirteen when my mother got me on the "Liberté" and sent me to my dad in New Orleans via New York,Liberté was a passenger ship of the old and late French Line.Not much to
say about the six days crossing to NY except that north atlantic can be pretty rough in winter
and that food doesn't always stay quietly in your tummy after lunch.After reaching NY some relatives put me on a plane heading down south,the plane made a stop by Atlanta and we took off to New Orleans just before noon so we had some food brought to us,that's when I learned I couldn't have beer with my meal and it was quite a surprise,different countries=different laws.

I spent five years in NO. split between High School and Bourbon St. where my dad played piano
in Lafitte's Blacksmith's Shop at night, later I went to LSU in Baton Rouge but had a nervous breakdown by midyear and I went back to France shorly afterward.
I had no activities for months, just psychological reconstruction.

I got a small job during the summer and made some francs working in a soda company.The world was spinning through the sixties and I was twenty.There was not much night life in Antibes in autumn, so I ended up in a joint in the old part of the city,it was kind of whisky and call girls sort of bar and it was the only neon spot light shining during the night so I got in, sat
by the counter,took me a while to decide to try a glass of Irish whisky 'cause I never been much
of a drinker but didn't regret it,it was good whisky. Two men were seating next to me and one of them I recognized ; he had been to school with me in Antibes' college(sort of junior high) his dad
was a doctor.He always said he would become a doctor too and that doctors made lots of money
and he could then have all he wanted.
So I turned to him to make sure I wasn't mistaking a stranger to be my schoolmate and when I met his eyes he recognized me-Why hell, Gerard, is that really you-of course it is,who else could
ware such a fuckface--- we kept talking on about what we've been doing and I learned that finally he had become a doctor as he had planned to be,his friend left and we drinked another
shot and he stopped chating with me for a moment to write a note that he gave to the barman,
I saw the barman bringing the note to a girl sitting five or six stools away from us,I was very surprised by the look of that girl,I mean generally call girls are not that beautiful,this one was.
She was half Asia,eurasian,and it was plain to see that she had everything in place where it should be(I really worship pretty women).
She wrote a note back and the barman got it back to my school buddy who showed it to me--
saying "That girl is crazy,watch this,she wants three thousands francs for the night,she's nuts I tell you"--- I made sure that he wasn't interested and went straight to the girl.
Hello Miss,I gather my friend won't pay 3000 francs to be with you but I feel different,in fact I think you're worth much more and I would like to give more but it's all I have I'll be so glad if you say yes.
She did say yes and she had beautiful everything and she stayed all night,and she left in the morning and came back laughing with croissants and sweet bread for breakfast,we want strolling during day time and it was very quite,we didn't talk much and she came back to my place to spend another night,saying : "You had your treat, now I want mine".
I did everything she wanted and I didn't charge her anything for it.

Beachcomber's Water Activities

2005-10-07T14:11:00.000-07:00

When eventually Rocco was in lack of building contracts during what was called the rain season he told me so
and I started to look for another job,it took me three days to find one.I answered an add in the local newspaper in which they asked for a serious person to work in the Beachcomber's W.A. and who could speak and write in english as well as possible,I went there and got the job after a short interview.
Another guy was working there,he was Tahitian and his name was Nano,as all Tahitians I met he was cool and
easy going,he was also very sociable and quite intelligent but at first he kind of got me all wrong.I was the stranger farani and it took him a while to wonder if he was right about me.Nano had a few hints he could be wrong and finaly decided to try to see who I really was,he told me he would like to have a party and see me drink it up and get loose some.we rigged it up, invited a few friends,Dominique was there, a cool guy named
Peter and two Japaneese girls Nano had met during the same day.We each brought some stuff to the party,we had some booze and things to eat,we had music and we had the first "bringue" (wild drunken party) in the first three month I worked in the W.A. with Nano.We had a good time and the night was perfect as many polynesian nights are and when after a few hours everything started to cool down and we had cleaned the mess we've made,Nano took one of the japaneese girls on a small plastic speed boat to have her visited the big catamaran we used for cruising with customers,it had a cabin;see what I mean?
Night was soft and quite and there was not a ripple on the lagon,Nano boarded the twin floats sailing ship that was anchored about a hundred yards from the peer I was sitting on,and casually put a foot on the deck and left the other on the runabout and kept talking to the girl who was agreeing to what he was saying.
by the time he'd finished his sentence I noticed the runabout was drifting away from the catamaran straining
his legs quite apart,Nano was strong and he could have brought the boats back alongside bringing back his legs together but it was very hard to do,so I asked him just in time,voice as smooth as can be;Ahemmm Nano,
do you have a problem? Can I do anything to help? He couldn't hold his laughter and that did it_Splash he went_we had a fit of laughter the three of us,Nano was spitting out water he'd swallowed when falling in the lagoon. I wish I could see him again as all the good friends there,I'm keeping the ana he gave me when I left
back to France it's the most precious gift that was offered me:The stool Tahitian seat on to grind coconuts in
order to make coco milk.

2005-09-24T05:21:00.000-07:00

vahine farani

2005-09-24T05:19:00.000-07:00

Tahiti 's beach

Tahiti Beach N°VI

2005-09-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

I stayed in bed for 3 days unable to move but felt good on the fourth,so I started to look for another job just
after paying a visit to my ex-boss,He proposed for me to work on the outside but I knew he was doing that out of sheer friendliness since most of the job was to be done inside so I refused,he said he was sorry I was leaving
his fab 'cause I was getting along so well with his workers(some bosses really like their employees).
I didn't find anything to do for 15 days when Domi asked me if I tried to call Renato since he seemed eager to get extra workers in his company.
Renato and his partner Rocco di Vitis received me in their office and Rocco lead the interview,he took on his meanest look to ask me what I could do,I told him I was good in wood work;carpenter."Is it true or are you going to make me lose money" I answered that mean looking Italian boss laughing out "Look you two, I'm a
free man,if I say I can do it I mean it.If you don't need a carpenter then don't hire me,that's all I'm good at.
Rocco _How did you know we needed a carpenter?
I_ I idn't know,I met Renato on the plane here.
Rocco_ That won't help if you're no good
I_ What's your problem,if you think I'm not good enough,you fire me.
Rocco_ Even if you're good we might not need you for a long time because the rain season is coming and then we don't have much work.You understand that I can't fire my old workers if that happens.
I_ I understand french perfect,Rocco and I still say I'll be happy to work with you.
Rocco_ Ahh OK we do need a carpenter but don't get me wrong I want work and respect out of you,be here tomorow morning at 7 on the dot.

I left with Domi who was waiting for me outside,she heard the conversation by the window,she said
"Why did you accept the job? That guy is real mean" and that made me laugh,she was so young.
"Baby, that guy's so nice and so scared to be abused by people that he puts on the mean act every time he meets employees about a job".
"Doesn't sound like it to me,how do you figure it?"
"He likes his men so much he's telling me he won't fire any of them and that --even if I'm good--don't you understand--He's A1 I tell you"
"Well, if you say so but I'm not convinced Gerard".
That guy became our best friend for our whole stay in Tahiti and kept helping us even though I had to look for another job during the bad season. (Next post about TBWA. will be part 7)

2005-09-16T02:30:00.000-07:00

In the plane

2005-09-16T02:28:00.000-07:00

My vahine

Tahiti's Beachcomber(5)

2005-09-15T15:27:00.000-07:00

Dominique was eager to show me all the places and the people she met before.We roamed through Tahiti seeing everything there was to see,as much as we could,and the first month we lived on my stash of doe(about 10 000$),we tried all the restaurants we could afford and invited all the friends she had in restaurants and bought all kinds of tourist junk and my treasury went down real fast until it got so low that I started to look for a job.
First job I jumped in was in a polyester boat construction company held by a very friendly and very active frenchman,I stayed in 'Pacific Polyester' and made friends with the tahitian workers
in a short week,they really are a great lot,they are a bunch of happy go lucky, smart and straightforward people,I really enjoyed my stay there.The girls came to talk to me one day
(they were taking care of all the molding work) as I was bending down on the aft of a speedboat
unstalling the chair for an outboard engine a smooth voice with maori accent made me look up.
There they were; about 15 of them>>----> all the factory's female crew,impressive sight.
_Heyyyy Gerard?
_Hi beauties,searching for lost jewelry?
_No Gerarrrd,we all would like to know something.
_Well...sure,why not....
_Ahhhh Gerarrrrd,we'd like to know;How fast goes that machine down there???100K/hour?
Their wicked smiles and the direction they were looking at,didn't leave much mistery of what they were talking about,so I straightened up and making as if calculating this to the coma-----
_Well no, it usually speeds up to 76 ks on level grounds,but on a down going slope it can reach 95
to 96 kms/hour but then everything shakes and rattles and there's a risk of loosing some parts.
They all screamed and hollered with laughter and went back to their job,usual factory pranks it was, like in all factories around the world I suppose.
After the whole crowd adopted me,fifteen days later I woke up with 1 ooo ooo red buttons on my body,I called the boss and told him I had to go see a Doc,which I did and he gave me all kinds of medecine but the worst was when he told me I was allergic to polyester.
I had to quit that job and I still regret it,the guys were a cool tribe,I like them a lot.
Maoris are great.(next post>>--------> next job).

Beach......(part3)

2005-09-11T14:31:00.000-07:00

Flight from L.A. to Papeete took 10 hours and we had time to kill so we started talking to and meeting a few of the passengers next to us,one of them was in a good mood and yakitiyaked with us for a while,his name was Renato and he was returning from a business trip back to Papeete where he and another italian ran a building
company.The hostesse proposed some champagne to us and since Domi and I didn't feel like drinking champagne we gave it all to Renato and he got in a better mood than before (higher still).
Pretty soon Renato took a little nap and Domi did the same I watched a movie but I can't remember what it was,I fell asleep too but you can't sleep very long in jets,don't know why.
It seemed like an endless flight but we finally reached Tahiti's airport ,Faa. We left France in winter and when we stepped out it was like getting in a furnace,it was so hot we choked for a split second,I felt like going back in the plane.We got down directly on the runway and walked toward the small airport building while dancing vahines passed fresh flowers necklace over our heads around our necks,boy!! the colours , bright,so green and so blue it seemed lined with purple auras,Gauguin didn't exagerate it's like his paintings but it's alive and it sings.
As we got ready to leave the airport with Domi's parents who came to pick us up Renato caught up with us
to whish us a good stay and he gave us his address in case I was looking for a job,I thanked him, and we got in
Papa Viala's Citroen. (See you next post dear readers).

Beachcomber's (Part Two)

2005-09-09T10:27:00.000-07:00

There is nothing much about the plane ride to Paris,it took 1 hour and we landed.We were to board the flight to LA. a few hours later,since there was a limit weight for each ticket we went to shower,we changed clothes and threw away our morning ware,'twas cheaper than carrying it along. So we managed to carry 20 K's of free luggage each by throwing away extra stuff.
After checking in UTA's flight(luggage and all) we sipped on good expresso coffee and just killed time in Charles de Gaulle's bird cage,we had a ten hours ride to LA. over North Pole and Canada.
While looking down on the endless Canadian forest dressed in white for the winter, I was imagining packs of wolfes running and hollering behind some meshcart "traineau" while I flew comfortably over them(to each his fate kind of feeling).
It just stopped being comfy when we landed in LA.we were parked in a small area of their bird cage and we were told it was forbidden to go out of the transit area;no air conditioned, no water fountain, we could buy a glass of ice tea or a bottle of coke for 5 $ (thanks).That was some 15 years ago,I heard it did change later.
While in Los Angeles' bird cage I passed near a door in front of which was posted a sentry.
gun in the ready, the guy looked real mad at us, as I passed him aiming for the toilettes, the sentry told me not to try to get out of transit area,since I spent a few years in New Orleans
I couln't resist to drawl out "Calm down,boy" just in a way that would strain his nerves as tight as a piano chord(I'm not proud of this but I was really mad at the whole LA's Airport's staff).
Anyway I'm a free man and I endorse all responsibility for bad behavior I did have,and since
I refused to be taken in hostage to pay 5$ for LA's fuckin coke bottle,so I didn't drink for four hours and waited to be on the flight to Tahiti to drink plain water. (à suivre... damn it)

A night on the Beachcombers' W.A.

2005-08-25T18:40:00.000-07:00

Dominique's dad was stationed in Tahiti,he was with the french military force in Polynesia.He asked Dominique to join her family in Tahiti and that she could get back to France whenever she wanted to.
Do and I were in love and she asked him to make sure that she could get a ride back on the army's transport facilities.
She kissed me good bye and told me she'd be back real soon.
A month passed by,I called her almost every night,there was never a place on the transport to get her back to me.
I thought-May be she won't be back ever,since she was so pretty and so young she probably would find somebody much younger and richer and everything better than me. It hurt so much to even think about that,I was glad Dobson blew shotguns on shotguns in my head,one day he said- Come on you knuckle-head;I'm going to make the biggest joint you've ever seen-and he did >>----> he took one one these rice shutters 10 inches wide, glued cig papers one following the other and spread tobacco and tush all along the contraption he was making, then with the rice shades he rolled the humongus joint and proudly asked me if I ever saw a joint so big-no I didn't- In fact it was so big that in the end the rotch was bigger than a standard joint.
My head was so fucked I could hardly drive the harbor's van when I worked in Port Vauban,I picked up the garbage all around the moles of the port.
So nobody would notice I was stoned the whole day through I wore Ray Bans and I tried to walk as straight as I could from waste baskets to waste baskets.
Since 75% of the boats were english it resulted that the entire UK sailor community knew I was out--I want to thank the british sailors for not letting me fall in the water on the job-Cheers folks and thanks a lot(sorry I can't remember who helped me).
Anyway three months passed by and I didn't suffer much because I wasn't really there.Thanx to Julien Dobson for feeding tush of every color for a full three months. In the end he made a pipe out of a bamboo stick and a coco nut and I sucked on that.Life in a bag of cotton.
And.... one day, she was in front of me,she was back.I don't remember much about other things we did when we weren't fucking,I think we just fucked on and off for a whole week,my dick was so stiff and it would hardly go down if it didn't get it's fare.
I stopped the tush 'cause I was far gone and I was forgetting were I was supposed to be during day time,when I didn't forget what day it was.
I asked my boss for a sabbatic year,I sold all my belongings(My entire collection of Science-Fiction,If and Galaxy). When I finished selling everything I owned Do and I took a plane to Tahiti. Air France
to Paris and UTA to Tahiti via LA. (To be continued...)

...nothing but the truth so help me...

2005-08-12T03:30:00.000-07:00

Around the age of ten boys start asking their dads about what is true and what is not,they already know but they want to hear you say it.
Anyway since I had to answer Nicky on the subject I might as well tell you the truth too: Only fair to you.
It's been quite a while I tried to hide who I really am,I was buzy and didn't want to be disturbed(Have you seen the media people running after celebrities).So I lied before,well little white lies,I told the press I lived in a country up northern Europe,I shaved my mustache and my beard,put Ray Bans on my nose and dressed in blue.I pretended to wear snickers my whole life through.
OK, I live by the mediterranean, I got a cool girl friend to do naughty things with and to,I use a van to ride to and fro and I use the door(like everyone) when I go into a house.But since I told my son my real identity you would've hear about it anyway so I rather be the one to tell you:I'm Santa Klaus, hi people.

I thought your parents were rich

2005-08-09T16:59:00.000-07:00

while in art school in Nice I learned more than a trade or how to draw,I acquired a new outlook on things and a different way of achieving goals,but another thing I learned; If you are an artist and most people are,if the piano is not available you'll get a guitar or a banjo or whatever,if nothing happens that way then you'll try to sing,if your voice is squeaky and weak you probably will end up making film or draw,or undertaking any other form of art.
If nothing of the things I mentioned previously happens to you(no matter what the reason)you'll
end up watching movies,hearing music on the radio,going to museums or to art galleries and perhaps in your spare time you'll read a book or two......WELL that also makes you an artist.
It takes two kinds of artist;one that makes something and the other one who's able to appreciate
what's been made.
You can decide also to taste and try all the trades you can,just to known what it's like,make your own car repairs,sell I don't know what for I don't know who.Wide range of possibilities.
That's a bum's life!!! after I left art school I became a bum,hood,a looser they said, a clean hippy.
I met Connie in art school after I dropped out.I used to pose for the students in drawing courses,
made a few francs that way.We stayed a while together but when she went back to Maine,I thought I would never see her again so I got involved with a french girl and I told her about Connie,she didn't pay attention and I didn't insist,Connie came back.I'm not proud of this,
I should've tell her not to but I was some mess,I had to tell her off three days after,stupid me.
I got married to that french girl and wasted ten years of my life.Nobody's fault; it happens.
Worst thing for me, we had a child(girl).I had to play it cool if I wanted to keep seeing my kid.
That's what I thought but I was wrong.I remember when my wife told me she was going to divorce me,I asked her why - Silly boy.
Olive(that's not her real name) said to me" I'm tired of you and I'm tired of having so little,at first when I married you I thought we would have everything"--"How's that,when you met me
I was just a fisherman,not a pirate"---"I thought your parents were rich".
Why in the fuck didn't she get married with my parents? ---Ten stupid years!!!!Gone!!!!!

Walking in the hills to go see Daniel

2005-08-09T16:48:00.000-07:00

I would dress up real warm and take 2 pairs of old socks and 3 underwears,I had a gallon jug full of wine(generally it was expensive wine,I can't drink the cheap kind) I would pour the wine into the jug and tie the jug to the knapsack, take a suitcase with some goods for the kids up there.I took a belt along (I could strap the suitcase over the shoulder) and apiece of bamboo that stuck up from the knapsack;very useful to dry socks and underwear after washing them in the river.I always wore sneakers ever since I was 10(I still do at 62),I never forgot to take a frying panalong it was tied up to the gear and waggled freely behind and matches of course,Cigarettes when available(If enough dough) if not it was a stack of blond tobacco and paper to roll it in shape(sort of).Awwww let's go,it's early in autumn but this year the cold hit early, I walked on the road to Nice 'till I reach the road that runs along the Var river,up the valley where all the fruits on the trees by the road have been harvested and that's too bad, I'm always hungry but I don't want to touch the food I'm bringing to Daniel; I walk some 6 or seven miles toward the mountains and lo !! in a lot planted with pear trees,a few feet from the road,an enormous, ripe and unique pear(never seen a pear so big before) left there after harvest,in front of the house.The farmer looks at me by the window, a lean face with a mustache and dark brown eyes,his hair is shiny black and straight like the Chineeses.I'm not moving, glued to the ground,watching that tremendously big pear and I can't resist.I did walk in his property, I did go up to that fabulous pear and I touched it,the farmer drew back in the room and I couldn't see him anymore so I waited about a couple minutes but nothing happened,so I plucked the fruit and I bit in it; My saliva glands hurt and it's so good I moan,my stomack makes garggellishy noises and when I'm through with the sugary fruit I've got my face and my hands full of juice and my belly is full,I glance toward the window and I can't see him but strangely I know he's watching me,probably smiling.Everything went as planned, his most beautiful fruit was for a wanderer.So I left, a song in my mind and happyness filled my being,my head was light and I hit the road thanking you know who,for creating that farmer.(to be continued)

Daniel and after

2005-08-09T16:45:00.000-07:00

There is about some forty miles from the sea to the region of Basses-Alpes where Daniel lived,he was dwelling in an abandoned village called Argenton, up in the hills,no roads led to the place you had to hike six or seven miles through out both,wild and tamed country side,sometimes the path was level but most of the time you had to go up.By the time I reached the small village from which started the path to Argenton it was dark;one of these nights without moon.I sat down on the side of an old water fountain(I could hear the stream singing as it splashed in the pool),and I started to eat a loaf of bread I bought on the way,that bread they make in the country tastes so good that you forget you have nothing else,half way through the loaf,looking up at the chariot and the bright North Star,I felt something tuggin my jeans ankles high,t' was a black doglooking up at me expectantly,on the road you don't leave someone belly empty if you can split some food,I gave him a fair piece of bread.We spent a while chewing in the quite night,I gave another piece of bread and I talked to him-"Hungry,weren't you?" he gave only a look back,dogsare not equipped to talk but they understand what you say and smart dogs understand almosteverything you tell them,this one looked kind of keen.I stood up and asked him chat like if he felt like hiking along with me,he waggled his tail and took the lead and that made me wonder some:how much could he understand?There was only one road leading to that village and he saw me coming and he sorted out that I wanted to take the path along the small stone canal going the opposite way,That's thinking.I tested his understanding of human language for everyday talk,I didn't have to emphasize one word or the other,I sent him ahead to find a good spot to sleep some and he did.I think those sheepherders heard so much talking from their masters that they learned french almost perfectMust be the same in other countries.We had some shuteyes underneath a chestnut tree in a spot free of snow,we cuddled one against the other,we slept well for two hours or so, which is enough outside when the breathing's so free, I must admit I smelled so that a pitbull would've probably attacked me,fortunately there were no pitbull in France in those days,Shuey would'veshot me on sight(lol) but he wasn't born yet(ten years to go).I was glad to cross a stream later on,I took off my clothes and got an icy cold shower under a fall,so cold it was it felt like my skin was burned,I had to rub for five or six before I could stop the shivers,I had a gust of hot reactionshortly after and it felt good, Blacky had disappeared I must've been to much of a slow dude for him,I got up on the side of the bed rock,chose a high spot and watched the sun rise,glory be.(later I will resume....the end you shall know)

In Argenton

2005-08-07T17:15:00.000-07:00

I had only a few miles up slope to get to Argenton but it was too early to got up there, Daniel
might still be in bed and I had some drying to do before I got started.The flat calcium rocks were
soaking in heat from the sun and both my wet clothes and myself could use it,I kept changing places lying flat on them and after a while it felt real good, my clothes were still damp but not quite as before they got lighter to carry, I fetched out clean unders and a pair of socks from the knapsack and got dressed, my trunks were still moist but they would finish drying on me,I put on two Tshirts unstead of my wet sweater and tied up all the wet fabrics to the bamboo pole sticking out of my sack.
The sun was some higher when I felt hunger ring breakfast time.It's strictly forbiden to catch
trouts by hand in France,you must have a fishing pole and have paid your licence,I hope there
is prescription,but my 21 years old stomack didn't really give me a choice.I did catch a trout after a while, it wasn't very big but it was welcome. Cleaning, frying and eating that fish was easy and fast done but I could've had six more with no regrets but that's all I had that morning.
I started up the path which snaked through a forest of chestnut trees that was covering the slope all the way to Argenton,the village itself was on level grounds above the forest and it was
abandoned except for one house standing among 20 to 25 other stone houses,the Giacome's house.You could tell someone was in there because of the smoking chimney.
I past the village and headed for Daniel Cherry's place, about half a mile east, on the way I could tell he was up ; his chimney was smocking too.
I was so proud to bring in coffee,honey and half a ham with some candy for the kids.It ain't much but when you live two hours walk away from anywhere it's a fiesta.
I stayed two days by Daniel's and went back by the way I came,during those two days it started to get warm again and during the night it rained thickly melting the first snow and in the afternoon of the day I left it was sunny.When I got ready to cross the river once more I noticed
some yellow mushrooms had grown near by,the spongy kind, juvenile I has fried mushies and it was better than the trout. I got back to Antibes rather quickly because two hunters gave me a ride back to the sea shore, their dog smelled I was OK and slept with his head on my laps.
Many years later I was out of art school and I became a fisherman,and my boss knowing I was good at selling fish, gave me loads of sardines that we stacked in my car and I went to sell them up the Var valley and sold out sardines from town to town until all was sold except one basket. I stopped near a house built not far from the road, walked through the pear trees lined up on each side of the alley,there is no fence around that property.I ring the bell and he comes out;he's taller than I thought - "Bonjour monsieur " I say" You won a basket full of fresh sardines" he wonders if I'm not mistaking, of course he loves sardines but he wants to pay me.
"Non monsieur it's already paid" and there's no mistake.He smiles and says" merci".I leave.
Walking back to my car I look on the side and there is a big ripe pear on a tree near the road,
I'm not hungry and it's the most beautiful pear in the world.

Parents >>>---------->Children

2005-07-20T03:52:00.000-07:00

As I run into it on a post(Snake's),everyone runs into it one day.The very start of someone's life is,for almost everybody,with her or his parents(o'course dudey) and they type their own data on the virgin brains they helped alive; us. As you can imagine, it's hard not to get emotional about
the parent-child relationship,let's try to treat it remote like;scientific(lol).
No particular examples,just facts we have to keep in mind:
-We are the dominant specie(well...)
-Since we dominate we are not subjected to nature's survival of the featest.
-Some humans dominate more than others and thus dominate people.
-To keep dominating(power) some humans twisted the truth and taught lies and wretched facts for thousands of years.(Some of them try to keep it that way).

Those eras are just behind us,we're just coming out of it(barely) and what derives of all this is that the persons living before we did were driven crazy, most of them are still raving mad,

Our poor parents...... Innocents I say....not your fault.....I love you anyway.
Sorry I can't keep the emotions out.Scientific:my ass.

To hell with the power

2005-06-28T11:22:00.000-07:00

Damn it you hurt my thumb you idiot-Darth Vador,full of glee,yells in triumph-"I cut it straight,I won"-I'm mad as can be-"I dug my laser saber twice in your chest and I
cut your left leg and you win just by cutting off my thumb?"-"Yes,I got repaired while you went to the kitchen with Mom"-that makes me even mader-"why you skunk,we said we were not doing anything while I went drinking"-Darth Vador protest"No,we said
we would stop fighting,you said nothing about getting repaired"-Mom cuts in-"You lost
obi one,face it"-I reply-"I can feel the dark side of the power in you,woman"-Darth Vador jumps and stumps the floor yelling-"I won Iwon I won I won......." To hell with the power; my thumb still hurts.

Views of the flat in Cap d'Agde for Apple

2005-06-21T12:16:00.000-07:00

Will post Views of town and suroundings as soon as that lazy summer feeling let go some.

2005-06-21T12:12:00.000-07:00

Cap d'Agde N5

2005-06-21T12:11:00.000-07:00

2005-06-21T12:10:00.000-07:00

Cap d'Agde N 3

2005-06-21T12:09:00.000-07:00

Cap d' Agde N�2

2005-06-21T12:07:00.000-07:00

Cap d'Agde

2005-06-15T12:55:00.000-07:00

travel's snooze

Worrying

2005-06-14T02:49:00.000-07:00

Himiko's Blog has disapeared,it's been removed,is everything OK? can you drop me a comment Nattie?

The word that makes people at ease when meeting during their day's errands while performing their various tasks anywhere they might be in the city

2005-06-06T13:16:00.000-07:00

Hi.

It Happened and I can't believe it

2005-06-01T04:08:00.000-07:00

I remember that day,I even remember the date it happened, it was on the 30th of november 1995.That's the incredible part of it:Guys never remember dates,ask any girl.I mean if it happens to you, maybe you'll remember the date of such an event too. Anyway,before, I was a quite and boring hetero,very much inclined to think about
girls(mostly brunettes) and at that time I was living with a very hot number, centerfold kind.
It happened in a split second,I had one look at that guy and for the first time of my life I fell in love with a male;I mean complete and deep love,not halfway and I knew it was forever and it is,believe you me.I'm still wondering how it could be but it's much too late to change that.Well,my girl friend fell in love with him too,so we made an arrangement,a deal,and we kept living together; the three of us.Since
I'm the older of the three,I pay for everything,I'm not complaining
and I'm not ashamed: On the day of his birth I fell in love with my son.

2005-06-01T03:53:00.000-07:00

NJV

Thank you"petite pomme"

2005-05-29T15:46:00.000-07:00

I was right back in a damp and hot night and I walked right in Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop.There was that french guy playing the piano,full of pep, the guy I admired so much.I was back some four decennies ago,listening to all the songs customers were asking him to play.And he could make that piano into a living instrument,vibrating so fast you'd think it impossible for someone to achieve this with only two hands.
Apple,thank you baby for the most beautiful present I had in years,It does bring some
water to my eyes.Back in the Crescent city by a summer night.

WE WOULD LIKE TO UNITE FOR,AND NOT AGAINST

2005-05-23T17:38:00.000-07:00

I will repeat myself,just once, we: the people of Europe want to unite, not by means of conquest
and not by any means that would set back humanity,or steal something from our fellows men, we are willing to unite for mankind and we wish to leave no one behind, we wish to make friends
Since in the past we were a bad example to the world,we would like to change all this.SO as John
Lennon appealed to all of us,after being brothers in arms,let's be brothers in peace.We hope some day you'll join us indeed and we'll share this beautiful planet that should be everyone's garden.Let the desert man take care of the desert,let the forest man manage the trees, Let everybody believe or not,and for those who believe let them in peace believe what they may.
Do not use force to submit,don't torture the body or the soul.We all reached our limits,look over
the hills,over the mountains,the seas and link to other souls.
Drop all greed,anger,hate,and in the name of what you want;Bless them all,young and old.
This is my dream,hope it is yours and I believe in my dreams so hard,so strong, I'll send it so far,it will be taken by you,to send it back to everyone, to the children we love.

2005-05-20T00:48:00.000-07:00

Let's play

Cat's kiss

2005-05-17T10:57:00.000-07:00

About 40 years ago,in the old part of Antibes,city of french-riviera,right near the church and in a middle age made street, sitting on a wall, was a black cat.The lean and furry kind of black cat with deep and shiny green eyes,observing quitely people passing by;----------- I, in my early 20's------he caught my eyes and held my stare in a very confident attitude, looking serenly down on the human that stopped facing him. I was admiring him and I must've mumbled to myself "boy, you're beautiful". His eyes half shut in contentment, one could tell he understood. So I stepped closer my face level to where he sat----and closer-----and now real close,dangerous proximity; He slowly rose with both paws reaching ---- and around my neck and.......I couldn't move,stunned ----- I was being kissed lovingly right on the mouth.Woww!
I'm still wondering , did he learn that on his own ? It could be, some cat he was,believe me.

Sarcastic smart vs Naively stupid

2005-05-16T06:39:00.000-07:00

Whenever visiting other blogs,sometimes I see things that I like;If I add a comment to one of them,it's just- I like it.>>>-------------> 'Naively stupid'.
Sometimes a picture send a strange or marvelous feeling-I express that.>>>-------> 'N.s.'.
Other blogs,send strong motivated ideas,the kind that I avoid for myself-I just click away.
Many others;some are not enough,some are too much for me. -" """" """" """"".
And now: A few blogs you get involved in and realize all of a sudden-sick-" """ """" """".
I will speak briefly about hateful blogs---- was it brief enough ?>>------>Ironic and smart.

Once in a restaurant in french riviera---I invited friends----I really like to invite people to a good meal------wish I was rich, anyway, maybe I am.>>>------> Naively stupid.
The waiter in that case is called "the sommelier"
He comes to the table with the bottle of wine you ordered--He opens it,cork off.
Then: he poors a small amount in your glass-and draws back with a "I won't let a fart
out attitude"-waiting for you to taste and comment his wine.

Try this one--you swing your glass to make the wine spin.
then ----you smell it.
-----------you go "mmmm..."
----------- you endorse a stupid smile.(some of you won't have to stretch you talents)
---------- you announce cheefully:" It's wine !"
Naively stupid feels good sometimes.

2005-05-15T13:40:00.000-07:00

Judo tournament for kids

2005-05-14T10:09:00.000-07:00

Just landscape

2005-05-14T10:06:00.000-07:00

Frontignan's laguna

2005-05-13T19:01:00.000-07:00

weeman

2005-05-10T13:16:00.000-07:00

Someone on the Moon

2005-05-08T16:38:00.000-07:00

Vic-la-Guardiole-------- down there

2005-05-08T16:36:00.000-07:00

On the bridge>------>studying water,amr

2005-05-08T16:31:00.000-07:00

Mireval--------------down there

2005-05-08T16:29:00.000-07:00

Easy-on the flat-not too far-HIKE

2005-05-08T16:25:00.000-07:00

Dominique

2005-05-08T16:22:00.000-07:00

first lesson-no engine

Proposition

2005-05-05T03:24:00.000-07:00

Have you ever switch on TV and just happen to get a very engaged politic-wise personality raising your patriotic concern over how bad it is in another country(never yours),thus he goes on and urges you to make things right again:" Let's send troops and 'liberate' these poor guys".
And - Join the Army-serve your country-fight for human rights-god 's with us-make the whole
world know we're heroes. Awwww I wish I could go with you,you're going to write history.
Poor blockie ! Sad situation, the guy is honest; he would really like to go there,but he can't
because he's got too many responsabilities at home.Ohhhhh it's so sad.
I Propose: Make him free,let him go, give him the equipment and loads of ammo,
and, to fill him with cheer joy, parachute and all, let him jump over the hostiles and let him give them hell.
OH ! YOU MY HERO !

2005-05-04T16:13:00.000-07:00

For utenzi-That plate is "Old-Paris" Buffon

2005-05-01T15:19:00.000-07:00

Ink

2005-05-01T15:15:00.000-07:00

who's been crying on my blockbook

2005-04-29T16:35:00.000-07:00

Nicolas

Unfair

2005-04-28T23:39:00.000-07:00

It was summer,I was burned by the sun and I didn't care;I was thirteen.Right about 2 in the afternoon I was trying to catch crabs in the holes of that rock pear in" La Salis-port" in Antibes.
I had a few shuncks of sardines to attract crabs out of shelter.When you do that and you're 13
YOU ARE BUZY,no fiddles.I didn't notice her at first,she was very discreet and didn't make any noise,she was looking down over my shoulder,I just felt she was there after a while and I turned around to face her-She whispered "watch out,he's coming out".
I got back to main subject:Catching crabs and she stuck with me for a long while,she held the sardine bag and a bit of the gear I was dragging along,I mean she was fully accepted.
When I finally stopped fishing hours later and put all my catches in a box,I had a good look at her and I realised how much taller than me she was-and that overgrown kitten had curbs as if she became a woman earlier than most girls did. 'T was the first time I paid attention to a girl !
When she said:"I got to get back home" I answered "I'll walk with you"-"yes" she agreed.
Off we went.So we strolled through the Cap d'Antibes and we looked at each other and at last we came to a stop and since there was no one around...I just reached after her as she did after me,
and I didn't have enough hands to touch,feel and caress all that she had to offer and I was covered by wet lips and we got out of breath and we got red in the face and.......she said :
Oh it's so unfair! >>-----> What is ?>>----->I'm leaving tomorrow>>>------>UNFAIR.

2005-04-26T13:19:00.000-07:00

Decaying under the sun

2005-04-19T16:28:00.000-07:00

Le Mail de Rochelongue

2005-04-19T16:05:00.000-07:00

la plage Rochelongue-Cap d'Agde

2005-04-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

Sete at the end of the beach

2005-04-19T15:59:00.000-07:00

Rochelongue-Beach

2005-04-19T15:58:00.000-07:00

Cap d' Agde-Rochelongue-le mail

3 following pictures

2005-04-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

Pictures down bellow are about a southern french tradition; On the first day when you open a shop you offer drinks to people in the street.Well, how about a short visit?