Hide and seek

Tainan story

With a large smile, the old man says :

Little teeth, chubby hands, fair skin

I look for a child

Who can laugh and play

But I never find him!

The sea and the tears

About your gypsy glory tales, heart at your feet, I care no more and
Laugh not at your standing by the water
Still
Like you deserved in your brown dress a destiny in blood red Venice
Drowning tragedy

Your washed lipstick and dramatic eyelashes
I believe not you had tears for me

You can keep turning your back on churches
You damn none but myself
For i'm not equal in holiness

I made you

Rock #1

Nature nature nature

Secrets within skin and stone

Light breath in your hand

#

The wind shapes you

You are water and we shape you

#

Revelations

That's gone but it still talks

You break a stone and it's still a stone

#

Need answers?

Conceive

Bright ideas

Hide yourself

From what never was nothing shall ever be lost, said the taxi driver, what happened, he went on, we blind got blinder, shall we ever ask anything back?

They wouldn't listen

They'd talk once more of endless creation, they'd talk of clockworks or metal multiplication, enough to make a full house out of a tree and they'd talk about solid foundations, be arrogant and make a promise for families that bore young men, those sons are to make a name in the world

Beach games

Krabi

2009 January

Whose ball is it? Whose leg is it?

Whose glasses are they? Whose shoes are they?

Who drank the coke and crushed the can? Who left the first step on the sand?

Who collected the garbage?

Who's sunbathing, who's playing?

Who laughed, who shouted, who talked, who snored or sneezed?

Whose towel is this?

What would a good man remember?

Is everydody's alive?

Promises

Tie me, lock me, hug me
Keep the key
Do you still doubt me?

For once I ask you
Will you unchain me
If I too want to lock you?

Happy together

Blink from the left eye
I can take you to the far east
Do you miss someone?

National television

That sunny day in Rome

Some people filling their bottles from fresh fountains

Others eating from large cups of italian ice cream, biting cookies

And there was an electric rainbow

Voyages

POSTCARD

a place with the scariest dampires

foreign cheaps for the eyes only

aaaaaahhhhh you lazy queen

morning hunks that are denied the ones that are given

10:00 am wake up and stroll around stores selling chickenware

talk about your old legends

maps with no country

community politics, women's institution

and with a hungry smile, the sourness of tomatas for lunch

Plastic surgery

Was
Is
& has been

Sweet talk

That hand, heavier
Skin that seems softer
Think or don't think
Whisper
Sharp moment of truth, can it pass the ice season?
When tomorrow comes, only lovers to say it never came

Large family

Mother

Father

3 brothers

& 1 sister

I was the photographer

1 + 1 = 1

Hold!

You are not born a bird, do you want to be bird?

You shrink as you walk away
You grow old
The light comes and you leave
The light goes and you leave
But can you miss yourself?

Who do you free?
The light the bird or yourself?

The dining room

Not a long-legged shrimp

One-eyed doll loving none but herself

Pierced stomach that eats one kebab or more

And still as light as shadow

Moves across the arena

Like two pencils on a paper handkerchief

Let alone the fairy monster

Delicacies that you fry by the head like asians do

And the hens noisy as bells ringing at the crescent moon

Not the smoothest bug or the likeable plague

Would impress me like you only know

All in

  It all started with an apple tree, a man and a woman.

  The first chapter ended with the belly ruling the world.

Universal

A rush of good blood

Get my chickens, a plate of oysters

One bucket of whiskey

That's a lunch for the noon light

A life for there is a man of my world

Who holds a venitian cross

But rides a bull from Verona

Protection

My strength

My will

My wisdom

My naked truth

A rose is a rose is a rose

Out of the many ways to be a rose
I have mine

I am a wall
I am a stone
I am left a memory

Out of the many roses
You finally have yours

Exit light

Between black and white

The grey within

The days between

Exit

Who can see us?

Still but not empty

If the hill had eyes

The surrounding face would be of a Tom

Its tears sulfurous

Nice to meet you

To introduce themselves, serious people exchange little pieces of hard paper called business cards.

They go from one hand to another and respectful attention should be shown when reading them.

They mean : I am the name on the card, I am what I say I am and there is a connection between whom I am and whom your card says you are.

In oriental cultures, it is customary to bow when given a business card. A perfect 90 degrees angle between the back and the legs implies a profound respect.

Green travel

Take the tube

You pay

They cash

You move

You push

You go

there and there and there

and find yourself

no further

than where you started

 

The power of gravity

The sky is falling

On a flat planet

The sky is breaking

on a mineral planet

The sky is leaking

On a soft planet

Eyes without a face

One Bangkok night

Someone lost her sight

I can see you

In this place

Nobody is invisible

But myself to myself

Guess who's knocking

That boring afternoon

He rings at the door

Comes for a chat

Has a tea

Homemade cookies

And here he sits in silence

And must be the longest boo

You must know you're welcome

Welcome / not welcome

Give me 5 to the rich world

& get in my game

If only there was sound...

This could be Venice

A roar by the streets

This could be paint on walls

Upside down

This could be music

Upside down

This could be a spanish lady

A french opera

A bit of blue

And lot of red

Carmen