I haven’t slept in three years. Tomorrow will be the exact third anniversary. I can’t believe time went by so quickly. Three years! A little more than a thousand nights! A thousand white nights. Not even insomnia. I just gradually stopped sleeping. In the course of three months. Started on a Monday. I woke up…
“From the faraway, nearby”. Georgia O’Keefe, 1937. Met. Born in 1887, she was fifty when she started experimenting with those paintings. I didn’t realize she’d lived until she was almost a hundred, she died in 1986. Sadly, she lost most of her eyesight in the 70’s which must be a curse for an artist. She…
Early morning under the African sky. The sun is already peaking over the palm trees behind the military airport. I tie the laces on my second-hand army ranger boots for the third time. What time is it? Seven thirty. What a ghastly hour. I have a slight hangover. I really shouldn’t have gone to the…
“Don’t make my brown eyes blue”. Sopó, Colombia. 2021. (c)ourtesy my wife. Looking for the Little Prince. Buenos Aires, Argentina. 2022. (c)ourtesy Gini. The Brontë sisters. Bogotá, Colombia. “Somewhere under the rainbow….”. San Francisco, 2016. “I feel a little pale today”. Paris. Artist: Poulain. Catherine Poulain is a French artist. I will look her work…
Two men were lying facedown on the ground. Both covered their head with their hands in a futile attempt at protection against the bullets and rockets that flew above. They were about twenty yards away from each other. Separated by an imaginary line. Border or combat line. Who knows? Who cares? Were they civilians? Soldiers?…
This past summer, after the Jubilee, the Queen was everywhere in London. Even street artists paid homage. London, July 2022. Where does one start in London? Big ben? Westminster? 1649? When Cromwell declared England a Commonwealth and Free state? Later annexing Ireland and Scotland with a single Parliament in Westminster? The Underground’s a good start.…
He lived in a small flat, in a small town, in a small rainy country, a country so small it did not even reach the sea. He had a small job, in a small insurance office. Every day, at precisely eight in the morning, he arrived at the office. He always carried an umbrella: it…
The heat in Paris last summer was unbearable. I figured Brussels would be cooler. I grabbed the train to the Gare du Midi. The Southern Station. (Above at the Gare du Midi: Tintin in America, second Tintin album) I had a drink at a local friendly bar. Try the new shot. Only 5 Euros. “Feck…
‘Must have been pushing 80 when we first met. On Hamburg street in the Zona Rosa, Mexico city. Three o’clock in the afternoon, on an October Sunday, many years ago. The rains were over. I was enjoying the sun, and that special light of October in Mexico. I was having lunch at the Angus,…
“Frères humains qui après nous vivez, Human bretheren who after us shall live, “N‘ayez les cœurs contre nous endurcis, Have your hearts against us not hardened, “Car, si pitié de nous pauvres avez, For if mercy on us you have, “Dieu en aura plus tôt de vous Merci… God will sooner on you have Mercy……
Equinoxio 