Carpe Diem Haiku – Gypsies

Before I post my haiku, or you read it, I’d be honoured if you just took a few minutes to watch this video of the guys – gypsy dancers I know from far back. If anyone thinks this is easy stuff, well, I think you might want to try it.  know exactly how hard it is, and remember one night with guitars, milk jugs, my bongo drum and an Australian with didgeridoo. A beautiful night but some of the toughest dancing ever to learn. But its the synchronicity also – just watch how it builds up, and you’ll go some way to understanding my love for the roma people, the gypsies. Worth every minute, this short video.

barefoot gypsy
dances her path before me
-a romany blessing

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To finish off see how the music reaches deep in this gypsy home. These roma are quite light-skinned, and in my experience more so than the lovely bronze tone some friends had. Makes no difference of course, once a gypsy always a gypsy for many of the European population, who discriminate against roma people, the largest minority in Europe, in the crudest of ways.

 

A Writer’s Lair: Africa!

Nowhere better actually. Just nowhere. The people are wonderful in every country, the tragedy is galling, but the smiles are pure music. The headscarves, wraps, dresses are all magical, and my two favourite ‘perfumes’, the diesel and the dust, are everywhere. There is nothing not to love about the continent: they must make it, just must.

I cannot pin point the best country or town and seat in Africa to sit and write your novel, but where ever it is, the novel will swirl around you, day and night. The difficulty is squeezing it into your pages quick enough. 

Once an ex-US Marine
gave me a job in Sierre Leone
my job was not too complicated
he said
wake up in the morning
sit on the front of a truck
with a shotgun
during the diamond run
and also bring back the pay
the very same day.

As a writer I could not refuse
and I knew
nothing is more similar to the holder of a pen
than the trigger of a gun.

 

nationsonline.org

Nadezhda is Freed!

A true heroine of our age. Nadezhda Tolokonnikova is released.  continued here

 

Ese’s Shoot & Quote Challenge – Ugly

For the past few years I have found Autumn galling and ugly. This year, for the first time, I'm starting to find beauty in the concept.

For the past few years I have found Autumn galling and ugly. This year, for the first time, I’m starting to find beauty in the concept.

I think it's safe to say that not many would argue that knives through the skull is a pretty ugly before,after and during experience...

I think it’s safe to say that not many would argue that knives through the skull is a pretty ugly before, after and during experience…

 

The quote~

 

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

Winston Churchill

 

 

 

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Ese’s Quote & Shoot – Vibrations

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Ah the buzzing butterflies, the shudder as the plane takes off, the tingle of anticipation to be travelling again…the sudden vibrations and smooth landing in an exotic land. How I enjoy to travel, and dream of Yemen, Afghanistan, Ethiopia, Morocco, Iran…

‘In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.’
Christopher Morley

Mmm…true…

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Public Display of Breast Feeding Day

On 15th August mothers, and all of us, should celebrate Public Display of Breastfeeding (PDB) Day. A mother’s devotion to her baby is a beautiful thing. To imagine that public breastfeeding is actually controversial tells me a lot about the negative aspects of some of our societies, My ex-partner breast-fed our child in an Arab airline flying over Saudi Arabian airspace without an issue, and it sickens me when some pathetic official of some pathetic capacity takes it upon himself to prohibit this ********* act – the word is beautiful, not the sick terms used by those with sick missions.

Breastfeeding in public empower mothers and shows the world that if a mother needs to breastfeed, it’s her right to feed her baby whenever and wherever she needs to. Breastfeed-in-Public-

You can show your support of breastfeeding by doing your own PDB on August 15. Visit www.thebump.com/pdb to take the pledge and tweet @thebump #PDB to say where you are feeding your baby!

Not a mother yet? That can be arranged… but no pirate jokes about breast feeding me..you can still join the boob-olution by pledging to breastfeed when baby arrives.

An Artist

picture by Semprevento

La sua bellezza sta nelle parole che soffia
Come foglie, gettato al vento
Il suo calore è nelle avvolgenti ombre di raffreddamento
La sua memoria indugia sempre nella mia mente
Come se fossero orme nella sabbia, non proprio lavato dalle onde
Eppure

Lei è esotico, le sue voci sussurra da tutti i mari
Nella brezza, profumata dai profumi toscani
Una donna, un artista che sa come respirare
La sua musica dipinti, le sue foto poesie
Le sue fotografie emozioni, creando sensazioni
Sentita

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Her beauty lies in the words she blows
Like leaves, cast to the wind
A warmth  in the enveloping cooling shadows
And her memory always lingering in my mind
As if they were footprints in the sand, not quite washed by the waves
Yet

She is exotic, her voice whispers from across the seas
In the breeze, scented by Tuscan perfumes
A woman, an artist who knows how to breathe
Her paintings music, her poems pictures
Her photographs emotions, creating sensations
Felt

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the wind blows ~ I am a tree ~ the waves whisper to me

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My First Nude Sauna

“First we get naked but not for sex, and we drink beer, but not to get drunk.”

Silence.

Here I was, giving safety training to Gulf Air pilot and cabin crew trainers.

I had them each give a presentation in the first couple of days to let them show how they got a message across to a group of people. They chose their topics. The air stewardess from Finland was next. Her presentation on that great Finnish institution, the sauna, was met by rapt attention.

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Fly Finnair

When I met her again in Oulu, in Finland last year, it seemed natural to finally have that sauna……so through thorough lack of popular demand, here are more details from my first nude sauna.

I say first nude because my first sauna was not nude and in fact was, according to the red-bearded companion who specialised in this particular form of torture; an Irish sauna. The key difference lay within the bottle of Irish whiskey, which was used to pour onto the hot coals. Instant drunkedness – hot whiskey fumes breathed in, followed by relatively quick sobering up as the alcohol was sweated out.

Only once was enough. Not once a week, as my Irish friend did. Just once.

However, for reasons of  general education, I must inform all that the nude sauna done Lappland style has a fair quota of embarrassing stages, as itemised below.

1. As illustrated in our picture. Say no more.

Obviously not a version of the Highland Games..no kilts, and no cabers to toss..

2. Back in the sauna again, after a freezing dip in the snow, and at -18C, it is freezing. But unfortunately I cannot confirm the nude sauna is a good place to go to feel at ease, when sitting opposite a svelte Finnish air stewardess, after prancing around in the snow at goodness knows what freezing temperature. It just isn’t. Can’t quite place why, but when sitting opposite a person of the opposite gender of such appeal, one does want to look at their best, not frozen second best. Or third, either, for that matter.

3. And may I add that men running out of a sauna naked, diving into snow has limited sex appeal. I can just feel it. There is something the gals don’t find attractive about shrieking men…

4. Sitting naked with a beautiful nude air stewardess does have certain benefits for your health. Being flanked by two large local lads, elbows and shoulders touching, also quite naked, doesn’t.

5. Being red, gasping, sweaty and hot when the locals suffer calmly shows a certain lack of style. Getting up to get fresh air for the aforementioned reasons, tripping a bit and sliding a touch against the aforementioned elbow-touching gentleman, so that my private parts grace his knee cap somewhat caps the embarrassment scales.

6. Having a gorgeous nude Finnish air stewardess giggle at you in the sauna for the aforementioned somewhat doubles the embarrassment level.

So if you are to embark on such an odyssey as the nude sauna, choose your companions carefully.

She was nice though.