Nane tsoxa – I’ve no skirt

The French group “Bratsch” has played quite a few Romani songs during decades. Soon, next December they will give up performance. I want to share a favourite old standard of our traditional folk music as a memory of them and a farewell to them: ‘Nane tsoxa’ (I’ve no skirt)*. It’s sung in a North Russian… Continue reading Nane tsoxa – I’ve no skirt

A pictorial walk in a lovely cemetery -and a weird find on a tombstone

Scrolling down my sister’s page on G+, as I use to do lately, out of yearning, I’ve come across two posts from 7th February 2016, dedicated to Southampton Old Cemetery, which she and I visited together years ago. There are four pictures in total and a few words by her, introducing the first pair of… Continue reading A pictorial walk in a lovely cemetery -and a weird find on a tombstone

reppoH desreveR – leirA rof tsuJ

The header image of my last post on Edward Hopper on INVISIBLE FORMS is rather daring -and perhaps improper-, since it is featured with its colours reversed. Anyway, the visual appeal is so strong that it well might justify the change (to me, it does). Altering the actual look of that early oil -“Summer Interior” (1909)-… Continue reading reppoH desreveR – leirA rof tsuJ

Dedicated to Dr. Ernest Klein, with deep sadness and compassion

[Taken from Ari Fontrodona’s diary -page dated 11th November 2013-; edited, illustrated and provided with links by Li Fontrodona] I am not a Jew and, as far as I can say, I have no trace of Jewish descent, but I am half-Romani (and also Catalan, since both my parents had this nationality and were born… Continue reading Dedicated to Dr. Ernest Klein, with deep sadness and compassion

Watching the clouds drift by…

Posted by Ari Fontrodona on G+ on 4th Februray 2016, almost eight months ago; re-posted now here, posthumously, by Li Fontrodona -along with some comments (in this same violet colour – Ari’s post is in grey). – Yesterday, in a volume of my “Complete Peanuts” collection, I found this Sunday pane which made me recall… Continue reading Watching the clouds drift by…