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17 juin 2009 3 17 /06 /juin /2009 17:40
This morning, clouds like a slight white coat of paint slithered and worked as with a brush, so that only clear blue streaks appear on the blue summer sky, a blue on blue impression. Hopping blackbird looks at me, declines whistling my song, and gets away.

Lavender brush clouds
sliding on a clear blue sky
early June morning

On the way to the station, through a hole between buildings, the church steeple comes uninvited between house chimneys, giving an impression of thousand and one nights city minarets, but only from one single point on the pavement.

walk along shop fronts
a glimpse of church and chimneys
summer morning rose 

Meeting at other Region's end, after a two hour trip I feel like I put a belt around the earth ; meeting scheduled in a large park exceeding by far the needed place for the buildings, built at golden age by a national ranking building company whose parts have been sold today. Somehow the park maintains illusion of this age, at least till you cross a building entrance and have a look inside. Less glorious indeed.

Coming back home, again two transportation hours make me sleepy and dizzy, even irish tour songs cannot help me to stay awake. Lord I get the blues, must be kind of a jetlag.
 

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