Young Superman

(aka Eric)

Biarritz

Temple du Temps, qu'un seul soupir résume,
À ce point pur je monte et m'accoutume,
Tout entouré de mon regard marin;
Et comme aux dieux mon offrande suprême,
La scintillation sereine sème
Sur l'altitude un dédain souverain.

Le cimetière marin. Paul Valery

 Orly Airport

The gate to

warmer 

elsewhere

 London
Whitechapel

Pulsating

Vibrating
beating strong

 

Jasper Morrison for ELLE DECOR Italia

 Certain things

never meant to be

look better

broken

Paris,

Bld de Magenta

 I spy with my little eye

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost