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| Not finished yet, still not enough chocolate |
What better way than to start the new year than with a resolution you will forget as soon as the wind changes direction. So here is a list of things I will promise to do and then forget as quickly as possible.
- Get up at seven o'clock every day
- Eat more fresh fruit
- Eat at least some fresh fruit
- Substitute a banana for the 5 kilos of chocolate I eat every week
- Stop smoking (this one should be pretty easy)
- Levitate
- Write a best selling novel and then donate all the proceeds to acrobats without frontiers
- Meditate on the futility of every reaching an understanding with any public body
- Throw my telephone away
- Go out on my new bicycle a second time (recycle more)
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| Garden and a bit of house |
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| Float or Bounce |
Good glasses. They help you to not see anything.
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| A pic from two years ago; "Cathedrals" beach |
Pretty summery at the moment over here. Are we in winter? Is the earth really warming up? Yes and yes! Loads of stuff is flowering in the garden but it's half past eight in the morning and it's still black as pitch outside.
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| Across the bay is where I work |
Still love my job thanks, in no small part, to the absolute liberty I have to organize everything I do and the fact that all of my classes have been compressed into the morning.
Now it's Christmas and time for a poem.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
