Some cars interact with people

 I own a car with whom I converse. It is a 1972 Peugeot 404.

 Interview published in December 5, 2005 will explain what I mean. 

Pictures will be shared. 

At least 

1.- Brand new in December 1972, 

2.- Last week, where it now patiently rests in conditions that pose an improvement opportunity, hence awaiting the time when it will be restored to mint condition.

Instagram and Facebook are great.

 I take a look at Instagram and Facebook every now and then as at times wonderful and interesting things can be found. I do have accounts but not with my name, nor do I ever write anything.

I prefer to store and share my creativeness in the support of blogs as another way of meeting... 

Here I deploy poetry, writing, piano, violin, and some personal experiences and thoughts. 

What motivates me to be much more active here is the review of visitors stats which makes me aware that what I here share is interesting for some.

Thank you, dear and patient visitors, whoever you are and wherever you may live and reside. 

Luis

Victor Hugo maintenant

 

Demain dès l'aube

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

     Victor Hugo

L'étude de la structure et des figures de rhétorique jusque dans les moindres détails me procure un plaisir intellectuel inégalé.

Pour demain, nous aurons 

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

de Thomas Gray.

Another poem

 As we are in poetry mode right now, after Nicanor Parra´s nice short poem it is time to render homage to Christina Rossetti, Remember Me

Remember me when I am gone away,
   Gone far away into the silent land;
   When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
   You tell me of our future that you planned:
   Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
   And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
   For if the darkness and corruption leave
   A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
   Than that you should remember and be sad.