Tuesday, April 24, 2007

The power of beauty

In spite of it all, beauty exists and its uplifting power is immense... Venice was a wonderful experience! To "see Venice and die", the saying goes...

Like in a fairytale...

The magic of Venice

Farewell to Venice

Parking space

Hanging out

See my Venice shots here.

Living with Death

The past three months have been marked by Death.

Friends or friends of friends have passed away prematurely, in the prime of their lifes.

One of my favourite writers, Antonio Lobo Antunes, is fighting death, having just found out he has cancer. He wrote a shattering article about what he is feeling. I dare not translate it into English, it's so personal, heartfelt and poignant...

The Virginia Tech massacre, the Baghdad bombing that killed more than 100 people...

So many silenced voices, some of them dear... and life goes on... until, abruptly or not, it doesn't.

Sorry IKEA...

...now that I've met you, I take it all back.

Turns out that IKEA flat packs are easy to assemble and the final product, even when put together by a klutz like me or Hubby, looks great.

I guess that all our previous flat pack experiences have been disastrous because most retailers trying to hitch a ride on IKEA's success don't met the Swedish giant's high standards when it comes to flat packs.
That said, two beautiful new pieces of furniture now attest for our aptitude to put together IKEA flat packs... we don't feel so clumsy anymore!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Shakespeare for kids

After school conversation with Clara:

"Mummy, did you know that Shakespeare was born on April 23?"
"No, I didn't know!"

"That's right, and he also died on April 23, many years later!"
"Wow, I really didn't know that, sweety, well done for remembering!"

"Yeah! He was a very famous person. When he was born he didn't know what he was going to do and when he died he didn't have time for anything else."

LOL

Sunday, April 01, 2007

As I Walked Out One Evening


As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

W.H. Auden