You're never forgotten !
Arthur Hughes (1863-4)
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
SOMETIMES PROTESTS COUNT
Update on previous announcement by Blogger
"
Dear Blogger User,
This week, you received an email telling you about some changes we were making to the Blogger Content Policy. In that email, we announced a change to Blogger's porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We've received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs and the negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies (http://www.blogger.com/conten
What this means for your blog:
Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting (https://support.google.com/bl
If you don't have sexually explicit content on your blog and you're following the rest of the Blogger Content Policy (http://www.blogger.com/conten
Thank you for your continued feedback,
The Blogger Team
"
So, as far as this blog is concerned, nothing will change, as it has always been submitted to the 'adult Content Setting'
Today is a good day :-)
"
Dear Blogger User,
This week, you received an email telling you about some changes we were making to the Blogger Content Policy. In that email, we announced a change to Blogger's porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We've received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs and the negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies (http://www.blogger.com/conten
What this means for your blog:
Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting (https://support.google.com/bl
If you don't have sexually explicit content on your blog and you're following the rest of the Blogger Content Policy (http://www.blogger.com/conten
Thank you for your continued feedback,
The Blogger Team
"
So, as far as this blog is concerned, nothing will change, as it has always been submitted to the 'adult Content Setting'
Today is a good day :-)
Saturday, February 28, 2015
A FRIEND LEFT US
Mr.Spock, so rational always.
Thank you Leonard Nimoy for the entertainment and for the lesson you taught: acceptance; friendship, open-mindedness.
Thank you Leonard Nimoy for the entertainment and for the lesson you taught: acceptance; friendship, open-mindedness.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
CENSORSHIP IS GAINING GROUND
I received this message from Blogger:
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9:04 PM (20 hours ago)
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Dear Blogger User,
We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account.
In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create an archive of your content via Google Takeout (https://www.google.com/settin
For more information, please read here (https://support.google.com/bl
Sincerely,
The Blogger Team
(c) 2015 Google Inc. 1600 Amphitheatre Parkway, Mountain View, CA 94043
We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account.
In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create an archive of your content via Google Takeout (https://www.google.com/settin
For more information, please read here (https://support.google.com/bl
Sincerely,
The Blogger Team
(c) 2015 Google Inc. 1600 Amphitheatre Parkway, Mountain View, CA 94043
Needless to say, I'm more sorry for them than for myself. That nudity must be seen as offensive says enough of those who are judgeing. Blogger is evidently subjected to some hypocritical powers. Sorry for them. I'll migrate to some other place :-)
Monday, February 16, 2015
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
I'M AGAINST...
I'm against anyone killing whilst taking god - any god - as an excuse for his/her killings of innocent people
I'm against anyone trying to silence the cry for liberty of religion, of thinking
I'm against anyone speaking of religion and all the while killing innocent in the name of that religion
Did history teach us nothing ?
People who kill innocent people are just killers.
Just that.
Killers.
Evil.
Guilty.
I'm against anyone trying to silence the cry for liberty of religion, of thinking
I'm against anyone speaking of religion and all the while killing innocent in the name of that religion
Did history teach us nothing ?
People who kill innocent people are just killers.
Just that.
Killers.
Evil.
Guilty.
Monday, January 26, 2015
THE TYRANNY OF FACEBOOK
I'm not in Facebook.
I never will be.
I strongly dislike being unable to give a vote on some book or novel unless it's on facebook.
When it happens I'm faced with such choice, I don't only avoid voting but I cancel the author/publisher from my favourites.
A publisher should have the decency to have at least 2 or 3 possible poll sites.
I never will be.
I strongly dislike being unable to give a vote on some book or novel unless it's on facebook.
When it happens I'm faced with such choice, I don't only avoid voting but I cancel the author/publisher from my favourites.
A publisher should have the decency to have at least 2 or 3 possible poll sites.
Friday, January 23, 2015
IF YOU FEEL A LITTLE LOST...
...in regard of Middle East politics, this map will not help a lot but will maybe make you smile
Friday, January 16, 2015
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
LIBERTÉ
Liberté - Paul Eluard
Sur mes cahiers d’écolier
Sur mon pupitre et les arbres
Sur le sable sur la neige
J’écris ton nom
Sur mon pupitre et les arbres
Sur le sable sur la neige
J’écris ton nom
Sur toutes les pages lues
Sur toutes les pages blanches
Pierre sang papier ou cendre
J’écris ton nom
Sur toutes les pages blanches
Pierre sang papier ou cendre
J’écris ton nom
Sur les images dorées
Sur les armes des guerriers
Sur la couronne des rois
J’écris ton nom
Sur les armes des guerriers
Sur la couronne des rois
J’écris ton nom
Sur la jungle et le désert
Sur les nids sur les genêts
Sur l’écho de mon enfance
J’écris ton nom
Sur les merveilles des nuitsSur les nids sur les genêts
Sur l’écho de mon enfance
J’écris ton nom
Sur le pain blanc des journées
Sur les saisons fiancées
J’écris ton nom
Sur tous mes chiffons d’azur
Sur l’étang soleil moisi
Sur le lac lune vivante
J’écris ton nom
Sur l’étang soleil moisi
Sur le lac lune vivante
J’écris ton nom
Sur les champs sur l’horizon
Sur les ailes des oiseaux
Et sur le moulin des ombres
J’écris ton nom
Sur les ailes des oiseaux
Et sur le moulin des ombres
J’écris ton nom
Sur chaque bouffée d’aurore
Sur la mer sur les bateaux
Sur la montagne démente
J’écris ton nom
Sur la mer sur les bateaux
Sur la montagne démente
J’écris ton nom
Sur la mousse des nuages
Sur les sueurs de l’orage
Sur la pluie épaisse et fade
J’écris ton nom
Sur les sueurs de l’orage
Sur la pluie épaisse et fade
J’écris ton nom
Sur les formes scintillantes
Sur les cloches des couleurs
Sur la vérité physique
J’écris ton nom
Sur les cloches des couleurs
Sur la vérité physique
J’écris ton nom
Sur les sentiers éveillés
Sur les routes déployées
Sur les places qui débordent
J’écris ton nom
Sur les routes déployées
Sur les places qui débordent
J’écris ton nom
Sur la lampe qui s’allume
Sur la lampe qui s’éteint
Sur mes maisons réunies
J’écris ton nom
Sur la lampe qui s’éteint
Sur mes maisons réunies
J’écris ton nom
Sur le fruit coupé en deux
Du miroir et de ma chambre
Sur mon lit coquille vide
J’écris ton nom
Du miroir et de ma chambre
Sur mon lit coquille vide
J’écris ton nom
Sur mon chien gourmand et tendre
Sur ses oreilles dressées
Sur sa patte maladroite
J’écris ton nom
Sur ses oreilles dressées
Sur sa patte maladroite
J’écris ton nom
Sur le tremplin de ma porte
Sur les objets familiers
Sur le flot du feu béni
J’écris ton nom
Sur les objets familiers
Sur le flot du feu béni
J’écris ton nom
Sur toute chair accordée
Sur le front de mes amis
Sur chaque main qui se tend
J’écris ton nom
Sur le front de mes amis
Sur chaque main qui se tend
J’écris ton nom
Sur la vitre des surprises
Sur les lèvres attentives
Bien au-dessus du silence
J’écris ton nom
Sur les lèvres attentives
Bien au-dessus du silence
J’écris ton nom
Sur mes refuges détruits
Sur mes phares écroulés
Sur les murs de mon ennui
J’écris ton nom
Sur mes phares écroulés
Sur les murs de mon ennui
J’écris ton nom
Sur l’absence sans désir
Sur la solitude nue
Sur les marches de la mort
J’écris ton nom
Sur la solitude nue
Sur les marches de la mort
J’écris ton nom
Sur la santé revenue
Sur le risque disparu
Sur l’espoir sans souvenir
J’écris ton nom
Sur le risque disparu
Sur l’espoir sans souvenir
J’écris ton nom
Et par le pouvoir d’un mot
Je recommence ma vie
Je suis né pour te connaître
Pour te nommer
Je recommence ma vie
Je suis né pour te connaître
Pour te nommer
Liberté.
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2 – Translation
On my school notebooks
On my school desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name
On my school desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name
On all the pages read
On all the blank pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On all the blank pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On the golden images
On the warriors’ arms
On the kings’ crown
I write your name
On the warriors’ arms
On the kings’ crown
I write your name
On the jungle and the desert
On the nests on the brooms
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name
On the nests on the brooms
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name
On the wonders of the nights
On the white bread of the days
On the engaged seasons
I write your name
On the white bread of the days
On the engaged seasons
I write your name
On all my rags of azure
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake moon alive
I write your name
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake moon alive
I write your name
On the fields on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on shadows’ mill
I write your name
On the birds’ wings
And on shadows’ mill
I write your name
On every puff of dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the insane mountain
I write your name
On the sea on the boats
On the insane mountain
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On the thick and dull rain
I write your name
On the sweat of the storm
On the thick and dull rain
I write your name
On the scintillating figures
On the colors’ bells
On the physical truth
I write your name
On the colors’ bells
On the physical truth
I write your name
On the awake paths
On the unfurled roads
On the overflowing squares
I write your name
On the unfurled roads
On the overflowing squares
I write your name
On the lamp that comes alight
On the lamp that dies out
On my combined houses
I write your name
On the lamp that dies out
On my combined houses
I write your name
On the fruit cut in halves
Of the mirror and of my room
On my empty shell bed
I write your name
Of the mirror and of my room
On my empty shell bed
I write your name
On my gourmand and tender dog
On his pricked up ears
On his clumsy paw
I write your name
On his pricked up ears
On his clumsy paw
I write your name
On the springboard of my door
On the familiar objects
On the flood of the blessed fire
I write your name
On the familiar objects
On the flood of the blessed fire
I write your name
On any granted flesh
On my friends’ forehead
On every hand held out
I write your name
On my friends’ forehead
On every hand held out
I write your name
On the window of the surprises
On the attentive lips
Well above the silence
I write your name
On the attentive lips
Well above the silence
I write your name
On my destroyed shelters
On my crumbled beacons
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On my crumbled beacons
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On the absence without desire
On the bare solitude
On the steps of death
I write your name
On the bare solitude
On the steps of death
I write your name
On the health returned
On the risk disappeared
On hope without remembrance
I write your name
On the risk disappeared
On hope without remembrance
I write your name
And by the power of a word
I start my life again
I was born to know you
To name you
I start my life again
I was born to know you
To name you
Freedom.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
BELLISSIMA
Such as she would've been, had she lived in that century
I can view Sole as the perfect model for any of past centuries artists as, for instance
Leonor Fini
I can view Sole as the perfect model for any of past centuries artists as, for instance
Leonor Fini
Friday, January 2, 2015
THE REDHEAD's FAMILY PLACE
On her father's side, she was Venetian and loved this town.
A couple of days ago, just before the last day of 2014, there was a snowfall that made of Venice (too often invaded by ignorant mass-tourist hordes) a graceful, magic place.
That's how she loved it.
A couple of days ago, just before the last day of 2014, there was a snowfall that made of Venice (too often invaded by ignorant mass-tourist hordes) a graceful, magic place.
That's how she loved it.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
THE REDHEAD FOREVER
She loved Leonard Cohen. So, how better to celebrate her memory than with this wonderful video for which I thank the uploader.
The second song makes me think of a Canadian author, Louise Penny, that I love.
Her Acknowledgements as written in her Novel 'How the Light Gets In' are really touching.
For anyone fancying quality Mystery Stories, I'd recommend starting from her first novel, featuring Inspector Gamache ( I'm sad to say her last one disappointed me but all the previous stories were absolutely wonderful).
Canada seems to be home to many fine persons.
Sole loved One of them especially.
The second song makes me think of a Canadian author, Louise Penny, that I love.
Her Acknowledgements as written in her Novel 'How the Light Gets In' are really touching.
For anyone fancying quality Mystery Stories, I'd recommend starting from her first novel, featuring Inspector Gamache ( I'm sad to say her last one disappointed me but all the previous stories were absolutely wonderful).
Canada seems to be home to many fine persons.
Sole loved One of them especially.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
What If?
What if …
… we met?
What if …
… we smiled
nervously and hugged?
What if …
… we sipped
coffee and chocolate at a small café?
What if …
… we walked
along the shore holding hands, looked at one another, and kissed?
What if …
… we
watched the sun set, dusk settle like a velvet cloak, and the stars peek down on
us as we sipped Armagnac from a secret flask?
What if …
… after a
very hectic day of business, clients, and seemingly interminable meetings, You
were greeted with an elegant table set with a warm nourishing meal by a loving
companion in a serene comfortable haven?
What if …
… we went
to Your room and made love? Gentle, sensuous, languorous, sweet, loving. Hard,
raw, fierce, savage, wild, urgent, passionate.
What if …
… we sat
quietly together holding hands whilst listening to a Mozart opera?
What if …
… we shared
raspberry Gelato on a summery warm afternoon?
What if …
… we smiled
nervously as You fastened my collar?
What if …
… we met?
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
REDHEADS IN ART ... AND POETRY
Painting by Il Bronzino
Notes can be found HERE
Poem My Last Duchess by Robert Browning, Its first line is:
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
You are with Me ...
… when I first awake each morning. Sleepy and vulnerable with eyes which refuse to open. Soft and warm with a body which yearns for Your touch.
… when I totter along to the hall and step into the
shower. Beneath Your stern gaze, my soapy hands roam freely over my skin and I
wish they were Yours.
… when I don my clothes and reflect on my rough lack of
sartorial splendour.
… when I boil the kettle, make coffee, and have the first
sip of that warm sensuous brew. My smile appears as I think of cooking for You.
… when I head out into the world to face whatever the day
may present.
… when I climb the ladder up to my boat and take extra
care because I know I must be safe for You.
… when You look over my shoulder as I work on some fitting
and explain we do it this way because it is more secure, better protected, and
safer.
… when I take some nourishment and consider what a
positive influence You are on my diet.
… when filled with fatigue from the day’s efforts, I
settle for a few quiet moments and contemplate this wonderful mystical
connection between us.
… when I take a sip of Prosecco and whisper, “Slainte”, to
You.
… when the sun sinks to the horizon and the night draws
her velvet cloak over the world to end another day. The stars begin to peek down
at us and I wonder if You too are looking up at them.
… when I climb into bed and long to share my warmth with
You.
… when my eyes begin to close and I smile at my thoughts
of You.
Every moment of every day, You are with me.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
PETS ARE ...
...so far ahead of us.
If you dont believe it, just view
https://twitter.com/TheFuckingCat
and
https://twitter.com/EmrgencyKittens
and
https://twitter.com/HenriLeChatNoir
and
https://twitter.com/SimonsCat
I must say that even the darkest day seems to be a brighter one and I can't avoid smiling and laughing when I view them :-)
If you dont believe it, just view
https://twitter.com/TheFuckingCat
and
https://twitter.com/EmrgencyKittens
and
https://twitter.com/HenriLeChatNoir
and
https://twitter.com/SimonsCat
I must say that even the darkest day seems to be a brighter one and I can't avoid smiling and laughing when I view them :-)
REDHEADS (AND SOMETIMES BLONDS) IN MOVIES
The movie ..well, let's just say that anyone can have his/her thoughts about it.
But the poster is beautiful. There's tenderness. Lust. Joy. Contentment.
But the poster is beautiful. There's tenderness. Lust. Joy. Contentment.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
JE PENSE DONC JE SUIS
I think
Therefore
I am
Nonody can think in my place
Nobody can believe in my place
Nobody can plan, live and generate
In my place
Descartes (Cartesius) understood it centuries ago.
We have gone back hundreds and hundreds of years in history
With so-called Islamic Terrorists
Using the same methods as
Catholic Inquisition was using
In the end
Religion is a weapon
And
We need to destroy the weapon
With reason
With well-being
With a sense of belonging
All together
For our future
and
Above all for our Children's
Tomorrow
Therefore
I am
Nonody can think in my place
Nobody can believe in my place
Nobody can plan, live and generate
In my place
Descartes (Cartesius) understood it centuries ago.
We have gone back hundreds and hundreds of years in history
With so-called Islamic Terrorists
Using the same methods as
Catholic Inquisition was using
In the end
Religion is a weapon
And
We need to destroy the weapon
With reason
With well-being
With a sense of belonging
All together
For our future
and
Above all for our Children's
Tomorrow
GOD IS THE ENEMY
In all times
In his name
An unknown number of people
Were
Killed,
Tortured,
Tormented,
Discriminitated
Where is the God of Beauty
Where is the God of Goodness
Where is the God of Mankind
God is a lie
The only reason
Is
In our Reason
In
Our Brain.
Pending that
That brain hasn't been
Brainwashed
and
Indoctrinated
In his name
An unknown number of people
Were
Killed,
Tortured,
Tormented,
Discriminitated
Where is the God of Beauty
Where is the God of Goodness
Where is the God of Mankind
God is a lie
The only reason
Is
In our Reason
In
Our Brain.
Pending that
That brain hasn't been
Brainwashed
and
Indoctrinated
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