Mittwoch, 26. Juli 2006

And when this dust

And when this dust falls to the urn,
In that state I came, return.

(from The Retreat, Henry VAUGHAN, 1622-1695)

My name is Marcus.

Dienstag, 25. Juli 2006


In my memories, in your memories, in our memories...

It sounds like I'm still loving you. Why? Because I 've never told you that you drove me crazy?

Loved you more than I was able to say. And I very hoped you did the same. This model was not me. But in your memories it was likely to become me.

All rights (c) reserved by Kh.

Sonntag, 23. Juli 2006

Ma vie en rose (1997)

I wonder why I've never heard about this film before. This wonderful petite-pièce is so touching. I've seen myself at some scenes.  We are so different but so resembling at the same time, my pretty Ludovic!

The cameraman of this Golden Globe awarded movie is Yve Cape who did shoot Gardien de Buffles. He did an excellent job in this film, too.

The picture is from the scene when Ludovic alias Snow White appeared in a school's play. All rights (c) reserved by Sony Picture Classics.

Entry for July 24, 2006

Today is the first day I have to arrange my books, my clothes, etc. into boxes. I will move out this weekend. The next stop of my life's bus is waiting for me. I've never got a weird sentiment just before moving out like this time. I don't know why. Perhaps for angst of a new periode of the relationship? Or because of the feeling to be separate from this city, this so-called second hometown of mine?

Anyway, I have to get on with the new situation.

This picture was taken in Italy, anywhere in the Southern Napoly. All rights reserved (c) by M&C.

Entry for July 23, 2006

This is my first entry.

After a long long time I only saw and read the blog of my friends, today I decided to start my own one. Nothing very special to say, I just want to make my efforts of writing in English. And of course, of connecting to friends, new friends  and other people.

This photo was taken at Thầy Pagoda (Ha Tay). All rights reserved (c) by M&C. A wonderful flower and its admirer, the bee.

What do you think about this relationship between flowers and bees? Is it love or what else?