Walking to Mt. Calvary

It happened, regardless of what people say.
But more important, do you believe ?!

In Liverpool...

The first time I watched Suzanne Vega live (almost unplugged), she had nothing but the help of her own guitar and a bass player. It was remarkable... and the story about the boy she fell in love with and to whom she offered these lyrics. She didn't feel the same for her and all he could offer in return was his head bandana.

"In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

In Liverpool
In Liverpool."

          - by Suzanne Vega

In Brussels...

I have a friend in Belgium whose birthday is today. I'll try to send him an email wishing all the best for his 33rd.

Will elaborate on this later.
Meanwhile, "Happy Birthday !!!", my friend.

Two and-a-half...

It happened 2 1/2 years ago.

She arrived on a bike, I was waiting. The old yellow building hosted the thing. And it was a happy day, with tears (of joy and sadness). And also a swollen finger which couldn't adapt.

Spring hazard

I hate the flowers... and Spring also.
At least, that's what my nose taught me.

Twice my age...

Yesterday, you was twice my age.
Today it's "Happy Birthday to you!"...
Let's see what tomorrow brings !!!

I wouldn't have it any other way. Any thanking would be somewhat insuficient. There's no way of knowing what I would be thankful for. Life, for starters... and everything else.

Almost there...

Entering a new age.
The progenitor is almost there.