"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for April 6, 2012


Enjoy this instant with me
come share my silence
or talk to my solitude.
I’m really grateful that you stand beside me
and thankful for every moment you share with me.
You are a part of me, my friend.



I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the things I want to see…

This is a story about cats

Cats. I simply love them. All… Big and small, black and white, colourful and fluffy…. Whoever stops by accidentally to read my blog can clearly see it. But if you ask me why I love them so? Hmmmm….

I remember having read so many misconceptions regarding cats: that they are taking advantage of everyone, that they are false and liars, that they are devious thieves or egocentric animals, little demons and cursed creatures… My opinion ? You can either love them or hate them. There’s no middle line.

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their pet or animals in general. There’s a strong bound growing in time between a little creature and the owner… There’s a big affinity between a dog lover and his faithful friend. There’s also a special connection between a cat and the human that adopts the furry soul.

I have always had a wonderful connection with my teachers, maybe because I was such a curious kid all my life… One of my favourite teachers was a German teacher I had years ago… He lived alone with his big beautiful cat. He used to tell us what the cat was doing and that was always a wonderful clever spice for our time in the classroom… If I close my eyes I can still see his smiling face, his gray hair, his brilliant look in the eye and above all the joy that covered his whole being while talking about his baby… He was a simple guy on the outside, one might have said he was boring, the same old teacher, with a small salary and a small house and a humble life, one of millions … But truth is that deep inside, in his privacy, he was a brilliant refined intelligent bohemian soul, teaching out of pure passion  and choosing friends on subjective criteria, getting close only to those he personally liked… One could have a glimpse of his soul while he was smoking his cigars during breaks: ideas sparkled in his eyes as he ignored the noises around contemplating the outside world from the corner of a gloomy classroom window…

Far back in my childhood I have witnessed the birth, life and tragic end of several generations of cats. They were our family cats , mothers, babies and  grandmothers  all living  around my grandmother’s house… I remember kittens being brought out of secret places by the mother cats after birth, as if the mother cats wanted to proudly show their babies to my grandma… I remember them hunting mice and leaving them before the entrance door, as if they wanted to prove their skill… I remember them playing with me, cuddling and sleeping on my lap, purring new songs and dreaming unknown dreams….I also remember them passing away and being burried in the garden, under the same tree, in nature, there where they used to lay down in the sun and sleep some years before…

This story is not meant to say that only cat owners are great… No, absolutely not… I have no doubt there are many aspects that I might have skipped in life…. This is only my personal subjective opinion… Though existence has brought me many surprises, good or bad, one of the most beautiful was to discover that the most interesting inspiring brilliant people that I have ever met were cat owners or mere cat lovers…

So why do I love cats so much? Is it because they are so inteligent that sometimes can surprise even us, humans? Is it because they are tender loving creatures that fill up the emptiness of a lonely soul? Is it because they are acting a lot like children? Or because they live so happy in their cat universe where we are indulgently accepted in a small corner? Is it because I have such an incurable passion for them? I don’t know….  There’s only one answer: love has no reasons and needs no explanations, otherwise it would not be called LOVE.


Cookie of the day

A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.
James Allen

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Jean-Paul Sartre

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what’s empty. Empty what’s full. Scratch where it itches.
Alice Roosevelt Longworth


One Wish Alone Have I, Mihai Eminescu


“One wish alone have I: 
          In some calm land 
Beside the sea to die
          Upon its strand 
That I forever sleep, 
          The forest near, 
          A heaven near, 
Stretched over the peaceful deep. 
          No candles shine, 
Nor tomb I need, instead 
Let them for me a bed 
          Of twigs entwine.

That no one weeps my end, 
          Nor for me grieves, 
But let the autumn lend 
          Tongues to the leaves, 
When brooklet ripples fall 
          With murmuring sound, 
          And moon is found 
Among the pine-trees tall, 
          While softly rings 
The wind its trembling chime 
And over me the lime 
          Its blossom flings.

As I will then no more 
          A wanderer be, 
Let them with fondness store 
          My memory. 
And Lucifer the while, 
          Above the pine. 
          Good comrade mine, 
Will on me gently smile; 
          In mournful mood, 
The sea sings sad refrain … 
And I be earth again 
          In solitude”