song of the day

Indochine – tes yeux noirs

From the album “3” (1986, BMI Ariola)

Yes… That’s a genre I like too. I speak French and German fluently, and when I was a teenager, it was easier to listen to lyrics I understood. I admit I had no idea what Indochine was singing about, I understood the words, but not their meaning. Indochine was political; they broke stereotypes and taboos; they sang about sex and homosexuality, about love and life, depression and death…

But, as it is so often, this band is not for everyone. They moved from the new wave genre to something rock-ier. My husband doesn’t like Indochine because of the way Nicolas Sirkis sings. Lots of ooohoos, ihiiis, and ahaaas.

Quite an interesting band some interesting history to dive in.

Enjoy your weekend.

Seven doors

There was once a girl, blonde pigtails on her head, white tights, blue dress, and black shoes; that’s how she was clad.

She lived in a big house, with parents, servants, dogs and cats, and even a small mouse.

One day, she was fooling around, she opened every door she saw, counting out loud.

Behind door one, the were balloons, confetti, a clown, and cookies; it looked like a lot of fun.

Behind door two, sat an old man. He told stories of ancient times, and her excitement grew.

Door three was locked with a key; she imagined a forest, exotic animals, and a huge tree.

Behind door four, the girl had a quick peek. Were there dwarfs playing on the floor?

Behind door five, there was a party, she took a look but quickly exited the beehive.

Door number six was closed. She opened it and groaned. Nothing worth seeing, just pile of bricks.

Behind door seven, all her dreams were fulfilled, and she flew straight up to heaven.

But every last dream must end, and it left the blonde girl awoken, smiling, and content.

An adventure needed to be planned to be experienced firsthand. But first, the little girl had to reign over her vast land.

Never forgotten were the seven doors, but she had to fight more important wars.

Years later, the girl was grey and old, but many stories were waiting to be told.

Here grandchildren listened eagerly, to the fantastic stories of their favourite granny.

And she remembered: “There was once a girl, blonde pigtails on her head, white tights, blue dress and black shoes that’s how she was clad…”

Me again…

263 filters cover this picture and me.

If I close my eyes, I see you. I am allowed to hold you. I wrap my arms around your soul and kiss your mind. And when I am sad, and I’m alone, I will not tell you, for I will smile through my tears. I am okay, or so I say. Who will ever know the truth? I mastered my disguise. 264 filters to hide me from myself. Layers and layers, but who am I underneath? I will drown or fly. If you listen and see, you will know better than I do. I am full of surprises and miracles, and so are you.

PS: my shoulder is in a lot of pain today 😦

Dear All

The weirdest thing happened today. I was informed that the layout, the theme that I was using for the blog was retired and I was advised to try finding a new one. There are many things that are more fun than customizing a theme. I have ideas, many of them, but not everything is feasible. And of course, I have no real idea what I am doing and use preset stuff that I adapt to my needs. I chose a couple of themes this afternoon and then I thought that I had found the one and –  I noticed that it had no sidebar. I need the sidebar though (or I want it…) After almost an hour, I was back at square one and now, I settled on this one. I am not sure if something is off, or if it is me, and I only need to get used to it.

So… this is the first post for the new layout. How does it feel for you? Is it too light, too dark? How about the font? It looks small on the laptop but good on mobile. I added a couple of features in the sidebar. Too much? The names of the different categories were slightly altered too. Did you notice or is it subtle?

Feedback would be nice, but not required 🙂

Next post will be the song of the day.

Take good care of yourselves.

Clouds in circles

I thought it would be easier to push the clouds away. Dancing in the rain, drenched in rainbows. And my mind is a hurricane of jumbled thoughts. Are they falling out of my eyes? Are they painted on my lips?

I am blind and taste the yellow sun—the fog on my tongue. I collect memories and store them in those clouds. The sound of light is a melody in my hair.

Old skin, lost under these clouds. I can smell the ink in my journal, the words on my fingers. Sing with me. Hug me tight. I want to survive another night and call it “a long time ago”.

I thought it would be easier to push the clouds away. I was dancing in circles. Front row in my own life. One last step. Out of the light. Into the night.

Before the night ends (a to z – b)

Before the night ends, keep your eyes closed

Remember my voice; my breath on your skin.

Before the night ends, hold on to that dream;

Images of us dancing in your mind

Before the night ends, admit that we were happy.

We laughed, we cried, we loved; at least we tried.

Before the night ends, I will kiss you in your sleep.

I will be gone when the sun kisses your naked body .

Before the night ends, we belong to each other;

But it is when we are awake that we hurt the most.

When we are awake, we wish we could hold each other.

When we are awake, we pretend that we don’t care.

When we are awake, we try to remember our dreams

When we are awake, we taste the remnants of each other on our tongues.

When we are awake, we long for another night.

Before the night ends, we don’t care about the cold reality of the lonely morning.

Song of the Day

Kate Bush – cloudbusting

From the album “Hounds of Love” (1985, EMI)

Often, I am not a fan of female voices. I like Annie Lennox (all of her), Skin (Skunk Anansie), and Kate Bush. Those are the ones I can name at the top of my head.

Yesterday, I was listening to the album “Hounds of Love,” and this exact same caught my attention, and I had it on repeat a couple of times. Later, I listened to a Podcast, and the first song that was played was this one. I don’t believe in coincidences. Do you?

There it is. I do not intend to post a song every day, but we will see… I don’t follow rules and I don’t plan the blog… It is all very intuitive and improvised and very me. ❤

Adrian (improvised A to Z)

Adrian sat on the stairs in front of his house; a cigarette was dangling between his fingers. Ash was forming at the tip, glowing in the dark. He took a long drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He looked back into the empty house. No one was home. No ever was anymore. The situation got to him, isolation. Not so much the social distance, but the physical distance. In the distance, a dog barked, and Adrian looked up.

“I know, buddy. I know,” he sighed and flipped the butt of his cigarette away. Wiping his hands on his thighs, he got up with a grunt. Life was not waiting for anyone. Even less when most people were sitting in front of their screens, waiting for their daily distracting.

Adrian went to the kitchen, took a bottle of beer, and popped the cap with his lighter, and didn’t bother to pick it up. He set up his gear, took off his shirt, and exhaled through his mouth.

He pushed “start broadcast” and smiled. “Hi there… I am Adrian, and I am going to sing some songs for you.” He grabbed his guitar from the couch behind him and began his lifestream—the first one in April.

(My usual posts will continue…)