Thursday, November 30, 2006


Refined Salt

I call her Refined Salt ... Miss is not the salt of earth, and not refined at all ... proud and superficial... miss "knows everything" knows everything on every body .... so if you meet her around the corner, do not look at her refinement but beware of the salt ...

Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Diamond and light

Light dived into matter to its core and sprang out with a myriad of colors... splaching her with a thousand of sparkles !!!




On the pier...


Every night he draws his fishing nets back... every night she watches him with the the same look, calm and peaceful at last ...with the same tear drying under the moon... with the same tenderness that she draws back every night once anxiety has blown down , like when he draws his nets back after fishing... and, tonight, as every night he looks at her as he looked her that night, when, alone on the pier, he approached her with a shy and kind "It's a lovely night, isn't it ?..."

Tuesday, November 28, 2006








Lyse's Veil

She dreamed of a rose dress slowly sliding down her young body... of laces entangling her thin neck.. of the soft touch of silk on her long legs and of pearls enlighting her bright carnation ..

Monday, November 27, 2006


Intermezzo...
She put ice cubes in her fresh-mint drink that she sipped slowly on the terrace...nothing came troubling her except the rekless twiting of sparrows ....


The old washing house

The ground still echoes with their steps on the tiles, with the clash of their napkins on the stone, of their laughting in bright spring afternoons... They were young and pretty, their hands deep in the fresh foam, their naked arms in the sunlight ... cloth was torn and stretched andthe sweat that ran on their faces made their velvet skin shine in grace and enlighted the licks of hair that cascaded gently..

Sunday, November 26, 2006



My house !


And this is Garrabet ! A small village by the French Pyrénées ... And this was the grocer's shop !
Her name was Anna, she was the grocer and she was my grand-father's sister !
There were sweets in big bowls, butter in piles and bags of flour....
There was a big flask full of cooking oil...
There were also a wooden desk, an old scale and school books !

Friday, November 24, 2006


Diner for two

Winter was already pervading, he had invited her for diner with a red dress to match with champagne ... and a few confidences ... in that warm and cosy light, there in the alcove... she could only perceive his intense stare... his two dark hands by the crystal glass that separated them and a discret smile that he could not hide ....


At Clémentine's

We were in Orange, in the south of France, we decided to sit down for a while and to have lunch .... I took some melon with dried ham and some fresh and mellow cheese, you took roasted prawns and an sweet apple pie ... It was not too early in the morning, streets were empty and calm by this early September... the air was warm and cosy... the sun was already high ... the wind had stopped ....

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


Mellow, mellow...


I found it on the net, hidden right in the middle of a very tasting site ... Smelting, juicy and a bit spicy ... with a strong flavour, like a wood-like taste ... hot as you like it ... this apple with that cheese coming right from home, will warm you in this dim fall day ... and leave you with a kind apple kiss ....

Have a look on Blinis y tapas , my new site coocked especially for you .....

Flasks

She had just stepped in ... gone up the three steps between the red flasks ... and left a suttle scent of sweet santal, and the light shadow of her silky and orange sari ...

Monday, November 13, 2006

A rose

I offer you this rose, from the last rays of the day... those that remind you of evolved springs, those that help you to wait for happy days... warmth, dowsy, full of scents of fruits and flowers... given in its blomming colour and opened in the sweetness of the day that melted slowly in one's mouth...

Saturday, November 11, 2006



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Sometimes, it strikes you by the corner of your street... life is at hand ....
You have just to have a glance on it... to simply fall under its charm....