Flying ship

I ll just take my flying ship and see where it shall drop me, as I dreamt last night, and it dropped me in Rapa Nui, which of course fellt heaven to me
It was like a wooden self-built arch of Noah!The owners who took me for a ride had spent 50 years building it!The wood shone in the skies as we flew across the Pacfic ocean.
BUTIFUL!

But then I was in relationship with this girl, and she carried a baby in her tummy, and I wasn t sure I d want to follow her back away from Rapa Nui, where I felt at home, though Ra'u had grown older and fatter, but what did I care, I wasn t looking for love of any kind, just for my island soul....
Lucky I still have my dreams...

I went to c Philip Aguirrre s exhibition in the Middelheim, and I must say that I love his work from around 1995, really waow, and his recently fallen dictator (Leopold II). And the lightbox with the slippers he recollected from the beach in the Senegalese landscape, forming a road to?
The rest didn't inspire me so much, oh but the watercarrier was georgeous!
like George! Hehehe
and Jeanine of course....

Life in Belgium

Rain rain rain, and my bath tub is gonna run over, and love is tough, and I dunno...

Lucho

Luis, what a man! He s as sweet as honey can be, that s how he seemed to be to me.
Let s hope Sagar and I won t need his help anymore next winter, but if we do, let us meet the plant spirits, which I d really love to meet in this life time, and be capable to see and fight our demons...
Luis is the man I ll go to for a healing, my mind is made up.Definitely!

Never ever fly AIrcomet

Lo mas barrato sale lo mas caro
The cheapest ends up being the most expensive!
One good advise: Never ever fly Aircomet!

Belgium

Do not stand at my grave and wheep.
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's gift on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning, 'hush'
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am here, I did not die

Vava Thiers passed away while I was in Peru
he loved the rhododendrons and so much more...

Poncha The square dog (airdale terrier)

and Sarati ( a peruvian dog of inka times, without hair, a bit of a punk)and Perdi (a dalmatian), all of them lucky enough to be wandering down Miraflores'Parks with their babysit...Unfortunately, the business of dogwalking hasn t taken off in Belgium yet and people aren t ready to spend a few box on the care of their pets while they are not there for them to pamper them. In Miraflores, it s another reality...A lot of dogs are taken on daily walks by specialised dogwalkers, whom make more money being a dogwalker than let s say being an electrician!
I would love to spend my working hours in their company, in dogs company...
So if anyone out there needs a dogsitter and dogwalker, I am there to be readily available!

Lima after Iquitos

It seems so quiet, the cars make no noise at all
Strange how one gets used to silence, when I first arrived, I thought Lima was noisy, now it seems peaceful, but I am in Miraflores, so...
I am moving into my little room again, what a heaven, thanks Patanjali, Kundalini and I don t know who, oh yes God, life,plants, trees, whatever the name of the energy surrounding us is...
I love the ocean, vast and endless, I don t feel so confined as I do inside a country
I feel like there s a possible escape because I can see it
and I love the selva too and the mountains, the desert, but I definitely love the air I breathe at the oceanside.
In the end it all comes to this
I profoundly adore and love Nature, its magic seems surprising me, and its uncomplicatedness and happy just being there is something I would like to feel in this life
Despite the fact that healthreasons kept me a little astray from it, a deep rooted admiration has founded itself even more. I feel scared to go back to Belgium, now that I found myself so close to its spirit, back to a country that seems so grey.It will be a challenge to encounter the spirit of Nature in the parks created by humans and in the little bit of nature we have left.
Everything seems so superficial to me: a melancholic longing to spend my life surrounded by my love is growing. But in Belgium I ll have my other love of my life to nurture me... That makes me going back...
We might end up in Nepal, or in the jungle.