The Chinese Walnut

I found the tree this morning,in the Arboretum.
Lonely, under a thin, unconvincing November rain.

A cyclist in a blue parka and red helmet dropped his bicycle on the side and starting a waving dance around the grass,started to pick up the leafy branches.
Shook the rain off and placed them tightly under the jacket, close to his body.

" Are you in love with this tree ?" I ventured..
" Yap. See the leaves , they come down in sections, all at once, not individually !
And it all happens today "
" Together we perish ! I guess "

What a lovely morning this is going to be.

LES AMIS

sont comme des ballons.....
une fois que tu les laisses partir, tu ne peux les rattraper.
Donc , je vais t'attacher avec ma corde du coeur afin de ne pas te perdre.

MIRRORS

I saw Bob Wilsons' "In the Blink of An Eye" in Athens last year.

Based on Mevlana Rumi's poems the play dissolved the words into dances,the poetry into movement. The Turkish and Greek verses remained completely unknown to me, but their images made up for the silence. The finale was played against a wall of turning mirrors, reflecting both the light and the transparency of the Whirling Dervishes. I found out later, that in the Islamic art and religious mysticism the mirrors signify the presence of God, as they reflect his creation.
See, how much one can learn in a week end in Athens ?

Back home at Cape Cod , I read "Mirrors in the Brain" by Giacomo Rizzolatti, a researcher at the Parma University, Italy. In the early 1990 he discovered the "mirror neurons" , a mechanism in the brain that gives us the ability to instantly and efortlessly understand the actions, intentions and minds of other people.... the American week ends can be surprinsingly enriching, too.

Myth and History

According to Jean Cocteau

L'HISTOIRE est du VRAI qui deviant FAUX

et

le MYTH est du FAUX qui s"INCARNE

Splendour in the Grass

An American friend once looked at a Trabant and could not help remarking
"wow, I have this engine in my lawn mower'!

Speaking of which, I wonder why are the Americans so obsessed with lawns..British too , but at least they have some gardens near by. It feels like the War of Independence peeled off any love for tea or flowers leaving us with Frost.

Walking through the Arboretum, you see first a dog followed closely by somebody looking exactly like him.

The Inner Body Experiences

I bet ,
there are more fun than the Outer Body equivalent ...

Michaelei

Mi-e dor d-un cer senin cu rindunele
Cu marea lina ca-n pahar
Sa clipocesca ,usor la mal
LA TREI PAPUCI pe plaja copilariei mele

Ultima scriosare scrisa de tata pentru mine.
Era deja la Mass General in Boston ,
asa departe de Constanta ,
si de Trei Papuci...