Kingdom of Heaven's Compilation

Since I gave so much attention to Satan and to the forces of Evil I think I should give God what's His or else ...

Here is my compilation of songs in which God or His most loved son are present in some way or another.

Trip like I do (around Denmark I )

Sony Nex-6 - Olympus 50 mm lens

                                                 
                                               

Flowers of Evil Compilation

Music possesses me like the seas ! 
To my planet pale, 
'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze, 
I set my sail. 
With inflated lungs and expanded chest, 
Like to a sail, 
On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest 
Which the shadows veil 
I feel all the anguish within me arise 
Of a ship in distress ; 
The tempest, the rain, 'neath the lowering skies, 
My body caress : 
At times, the calm pool or the mirror clear 
Of my despair ! 

- Charles Baudelaire

Personal Problems

* Her: “I can't talk to some guy without him trying to fuck me at some point. “
Him: “ I can't fuck a woman without her falling in love with me at some point.”
Her: “ I mean: Can't we just talk without sex? “
Him: “ I mean: Can't we just have sex without talk? “
Her: “ Pffff ...”
Him: “ Pffff ... “

 * Miriam and Jacob were having intercourse for half an hour already.
 - Jacob! Jacob! Stop! ... Jacob, stop!
- Yes, what's wrong?
- Aren't you going to make love?
- Yes, let me just fuck you a little bit more.

*  Dorian and Maggie were having intercourse for 15 minutes.
 - Hmmm, Dorian, tell me something really nasty!
- ...
- Come on, Dorian!
- ... Saddam Hussein?!

* Once upon a time there was the most beautiful girl in the world who loved catching butterflies. She was catching them all the time: at home, at school, on the street or in her sleep so she didn't notice Billy's deep love for her.

He tried every day to get her attention by bringing her flowers, chocolates, jewelry and writing love poems and essays but she was way to busy following her butterflies.

Years passed and Billy gave up on the idea of having her. It was winter and he was walking alone down the alee thinking:

“ What was I thinking? How could I even dream about a girl like that. Of course she didn't want me, of course she didn't want anyone. “Nothing” is closer to perfection that any human being.”

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a timid crystalline voice. It was her.

- Billy, hey! Listen, I noticed you noticing me and I was wondering ... well ... would you like to fuck?

- Oh, hell yeah!

                                                                - The end - 

An I for an I

I tried to be as productive as possible before the end of the year when I am going to move and who knows how the internet is going to work ( in the happy case that is going to work ).

So there you have a series of self portraits that I've been working on to try and experiment different lenses, photo techniques and emotions. In the end I might say that this experience was the beginning of a beautiful friendship between me and the pinhole. I love love it!

And I say let it be experimental!

                                           

                                                               Sony Nex-6- 50mm lens

                                                             Sony Nex-6, 12mm lens      
                                         

                                                               Sony Nex-6, pinhole
           

                                                      Canon EOS 6D, 40mm lens

                                                             Sony Nex-6,16mm-55mm lens

Sony Nex-6, 50mm lens

                                                                 Sony Nex-6, pinhole

                                                              Canon EOS 6D, 40mm lens

                                                         Sony Nex-6, 16mm-55mm lens

End Of The (Y)Ear Compilation

My last compilation on this year playing some of the songs I really like and not just what I think you might like.

Have fun and don't forget to get drunk!

A Christmas Story

It was the first day of Christmas. I was praying.

“ Knock-knock-knock we are knocking at your door”

Hmmm, It cannot be anyone else except for christmas carolers or some myriapod.

“ Knock-knock-knock we are knocking at your door”

I ended my prayer, opened the door and found myself standing before a family of foxes.

- Good afternoon, miss.

- Good afternoon.

- As you can see we are the Foxes. I am George Fox, this is my wife Adriana and our son Benjamin. Two days ago we moved in the apartment next door. Being Christmas and all we thought that it would be nice to come here and personally wish you a merry Christmas. So, Merry Christmas, miss ...

- Ada.

- Ada, pleased to meet you.

- Me too. Merry Christmas to you too, lots of happiness, health and welcome to the building.

- Mr. Fox was staring at me and I didn't know what to do. Al three of them were just standing there in front of my door. What was I supposed to do in such a situation? Close the door in the face of a decent fox  family ... on Christmas?

- Oh, would you like to come in?

- Yes, thank you. Said Mr. Fox and all three entered the house, washed their hands and sat down at the table.

Mrs. Fox came to the kitchen to help me prepare the dinner. When she got close to me I was immediately struck by her smell of spring and cinnamon. This took me totally by surprise, I was blocked, shocked and almost fainted.

- Are you alright, Ada?

- Yes, yes, thank you. Problems with calcium, you know, I don't feed myself as I should.

- But that's not good at all.

 And she came even closer to me to help me get back on my feet. Her smell struck me again.

- I'm fine, I'm fine. Please, could you be so nice and take these plates to the table?

- Yes, sure.

- Thank you!

I was left in the kitchen together with her smell of spring and cinnamon and I could see her in my mind how she brushes her fur in the morning, how she puts on her make up, how she walks, talks, thinks ... all her life was passing before my eyes. I was totally charmed,  Everything was about to change for me. I knew what I had to do.

I came to the table, sat down and looked Adriana straight in the eyes.

- What is going o ....

- What Mr. Fox? What were you trying to say? Oh, did I cut your head of? I'm so sorry that I won't hear that super interesting thing that you were about to say. Maybe next time ( Hahaha ).

- Adriana smiled at me and told me with her sweet voice:

- The turkey is excellent, miss.

-Thank you. I never eat pork. Not even on Christmas. I consider it a filthy animal. 

Benjamin was crying on his sear looking at his dead chopped of head.

- Benjamin, you don't cry, my darling. Life is tough, you need to be strong and learn that these things happen. Now, come on, sing a carol for us to get back into the celebration mood.

Benjamin wiped his tears and began to sing.

“ Jingle bells, Jingle bells. Jingle all the waaaaay .....”

Zbbbuuuuufffffff !!!! A bullet struck little Benjamin's head and I swear it wasn't me. Really! I don't even have a gun. There couldn't be anyone else than ... my warrior fox.

- I hate that song.Some imagination for Christ sake.  

 Said she smiling.

Then she and sat on my lap. With her little sweet paws touched my face, my waste, my hips and I was getting drunk of her spring cinnamon smell.

- Oh, I should put some music, no?