I cannot write all the time.i cannot write about it.i cannot write about it at any given time.i cannot write about it unless the sensation is right. i have to get the permission. i can also try to recollect.do you remember that opera stage, my dear ?i don’t know how far the roots of our love really go. but i know where something began. it was bri

While i'm getting ready for perhaps imaginary, certainly inner difficulties, a call from you pierces my heart as i am sitting on the terrace at ton pho restaurant, banglamphu. i am not alone and the shock is so sudden that i close my eyes for a few seconds. it is a stroke of lightning, a scream of love, your arms held out and wanting to hug me. and

Sophie brissaud photo, stylisme, écriture culinaire contact : sophie (arobase) mailody.org voir aussi http://www.ptipois.canalblog.com photographies © sophie brissaud, sauf indication contraire. livres cantines , de sébastien demorand, emmanuel rubin, et al. photographies de jérôme bryon. viénot-perrin, 2006. (voir post consacré aux photos d

You drove me through the province for hours. we exchanged as many words as we could and wished to, that is to say — very few. the springtime weather was mild, a little rainy at times. around mid-afternoon, we stopped at a small mountain village. you seemed to know the place. i trust you at all times: i did not ask you any questions. i was in a so

Ceci n'est pas une crêpe. voici (ci-dessus) ce que nous avons longuement eu devant les yeux l'autre soir. pourtant il n'y avait pas que ça à regarder ; le décor luxe maritime new england gris-noir-blanc ne manque pas de charme. les familles chrétiennes du 7e arrondissement peuvent venir sans crainte, tout est clean et il y a de la place (salle

So totally lost that it holds some beauty, like a stone garden, like a lotus flower, like an empty seascape. however, i am not feeling strong enough to feel comfortable in this beauty. i will have to deal with this. it is almost amusing : i think there is no way to be more lost that our story is now. do you think you can empty a bottle further than

I do not know where you are taking me. it's raining.i am beginning to know my way from the huge neon signs on the buildings. but they are not helping me much yet.we are caught in traffic once again. i like that. in spite of the pollution, noise, stress, and the ugliness of the slowly-moving urban landscape, being caught in traffic stretches the mom

Ce post est un peu comme le bandeau "derniers jours" sur l'affiche d'une exposition. hier soir, au jardin des sens, à montpellier. une des dernières fois que je mange dans ce grand aquarium de verre soutenu par de hauts piliers minoens, ceint des couleurs d'un jardin nocturne et du bleu d'une pièce d'eau. vous aussi, vous devriez vous dépêcher

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