Ari’s Fashion (XI) – A Summer Night’s Fancy

A caprice of mine in pink & mint, with fireworks, never seen shoes, lovely skirt and jacket… and one Hindu prince at my side, smiling and holding my hand 🙂   (May I add that that Prince couldn’t ever be (unfortunately!) Prince Dakkar -Captain Nemo, for those who do not recognize the name-…? I wish… Continue reading Ari’s Fashion (XI) – A Summer Night’s Fancy

Ari’s Fashion (VIII) – Ash blonde in 3 sky blues – blind dating

-April 2015 – Dating someone at lunch time in Andorra la Vella- – I ought to go… I will go. Flats as usual, and a shortie light-coloured skirt to show off long legs 🙂 – Ample jacket and flashy shoulder bag to compensate and distract the atenttion from my being too skinny and small-breasted right… Continue reading Ari’s Fashion (VIII) – Ash blonde in 3 sky blues – blind dating

Pictures from dreams – ‘Soulshine’ (VII)

It goes without saying that I do not take pictures of my dreams (or anybody’s), nor I am a sleepwalker, maybe capable to handle a camera and shot whatever there is around… Anyway I keep a clear memory of some of my dreamt experiences and visions, and I can draw them and paint them; occasionally,… Continue reading Pictures from dreams – ‘Soulshine’ (VII)

A pretty little church, a thousand year old

In the immediately previous post here about Catalan Romanesque Art, I’ve failed to include some pictures of the churches themselves, where the paintings and sculptures belong. There are hundreds of them -better or worse preserved- in my country and Andorra. My sister had a bunch of photos and documentation about 67 churches, hermitages and monasteries… Continue reading A pretty little church, a thousand year old

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

About me – An introduction, some intimate memories and a great love poem

Call me Ari or Ariel. I am Catalan, born in Malgrat, Principat de Catalunya, but my dad was also a Rrom, so I have 50% of gypsy blood (and this is an important half). I have to be thankful to my parents for having chosen Ariel as my first name, because in many places it… Continue reading About me – An introduction, some intimate memories and a great love poem

Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead

Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any… Continue reading Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead