Cavalleria rusticana

Cavalleria rusticana

Nothing to share

(Even when you are longing:)

Sadness can not be shared.

You may talk about to one person, to ten, to hundreds.

Even if being empathic: No one will feel the same. None will (be able to) share your sadness.

Same goes for love, for any of your feelings. They are unique. 

You are unique.

I am unique.

Hoorah!

The peace of the night.

... 

And what is when they grow 232 kg of sweet corn to produce one litre of ethanol?

Now, that's organised stupidity / crime.

I am not willing to share.

 

Kestrel, not in need of maize/ethanol.

Aetherophonesque aquarium

Theremin

And here – in case you wish to compare – with the original:



Camille Saint-Saëns

Friday is Skyday

Well, this Friday happened to be
a Sunday in August.

Bearable Lightness of Being

Rrrahh-rrrahh.
Here I come!

Natural Arts

Pedro Potato and Olivia Onion watching*
green cabbage growing.