Past in Boxes

A beautiful Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you all

At Night On The High Seas

At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
From all activity and all the love
And stand silent and breathe purely,
Alone, alone cradled by the sea
That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.
Then I have to think of my friends
And my gaze sinks into their gazes
And I ask each one, silent, alone:
"Are you still mine"
Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?
Do you feel from my love, my grief,
Just a breath, just an echo?"
And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,
And smiles: no.
And no greeting and no answer comes from anywhere.

Hermann Hesse

First flakes on Lincoln Center

New York

The balcony over the sea.

Guéthary

the Harbor, the train station,

Miki Dora's bench,

Parlementia

Guéthary 

le phare de Koskenia

A whale watcher's tower.

The colors of the Pays Basque

Parlementia, Nov 11, 2013

Our 

new home

in Guethary is

overlooking the Parlementia

with the  lights of Biarritz

glittering in the mist

like a liner.

"When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde

Farewell beautiful house

Let me speak your name

for the last time

Marladas.