Légende Jacques Brel

Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Sea, Gull & Salt

Gull watching

a kite surfer

and flies away – laughing

with a pinch of salt

Another nice evening

The sea at 18.00

The wine at 19:00

The turbot at 19:30

The sea at 20:16

Saturday Night Music – Rebekka Bakken

Rebekka Bakken *4 April 1970

A fine address

Reservation made the day before.

Nice selection.

What would they recommend?

Day's catch: Delicious seabream.

And afterwards a little walk.

A fine afternoon

Well, today one year ago

which was a Thursday:

el faro de Santa Pola.

Friday is Skyday

Treemendous sight

Laughing Lhursday*

Find the fault

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Flann fooled you all

I'll not tell which pseudonym he does currently prefer, but I may again say those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died April 1st 1966, can look back on a remarkable long career as April fools.

Fact is, furthermore, that only last midnight Flanny, Tetrapilotomos and I as well as a certain chap who asked to remain incognito met in, at and around Seanhenge, having some pints of plain and, of course, at one stage of our vivid conversation Flann would raise his voice and not only enjoy our ears, hearts and grey cells but animate the rami zygomatici and rami buccales of nervus facialis to massively innervate our musculi risorii by declaiming following legendary dialogue:

The Plain People of Ireland: Isn't the German very like the Irish? Very guttural and so on?

Myself: Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: People say that the German language and the Irish language is very guttural tongues.

Myself: Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: The sounds is all guttural do you understand.

Myself. Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: Very guttural languages the pair of them the Gaelic and the German.

* * *

And now - although it is most unlikely they exist - to all those who happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.

Rebus for Breakfast

Desayuno con Rankin and Rebus.

One year later

The longer I lived in Spain,
the less photos I took.
I felt at home.

One year later
I am glad I took at least these
on "my" terrace.

Welcome in summer time

Saturday Night Music – Léo Ferré

Léo Ferré (14 August 1916 – 14 July 1993)