Habits

This artist comes to work at the Pont des Arts, "Artist Bridge", in Paris every single day, our guide told us. I took the first picture on 17th November and the second one on 27th November (2012). 

"Your moustache is just right"

I want a boy to say this to me one day! ;)




MR.STACHE, an original short film written and directed by Jac Schaeffer and presented by American Express and Tribeca Film.

Whiskey Sour

The stool at the bar is a bit too tall

She climbs up in a jiffy

Her hat slips from her hand

Each and everyday

She regains her poise

Orders for a whiskey sour

Make that three actually

The bartender wishes secretly

That she orders for a Merlot

He would serve free olives with that

But she never does order any Merlot

Whiskey is like a stone on her finger

On the right one of course

Smile doesn’t go well on her face

Flickers in and out before it can rest

Patrons don’t disturb her

Some for fear, some for mystery

The bartenders serve stories about her

Free with each and every drink

After all, it is a small bar

In a very big and busy town

She comes here for her long lost love

Some of them say

No wonder she puts so much make up on

She smells like cheese

No, she smells like strawberries

Are you insane?

She smells like whiskey and cigarettes

Of precisely 45 cigarettes and three whiskey sours

Some say

She climbs down from the moon every night

Some say

She locks children in her attic during the day

Some say

Each story lights up each table

Sometimes the stories dance around

A few even manage to reach her

A couple of young boys draw her picture

Some think about her thighs

A drunken old man thinks she is his dead wife

The stool at the bar is a bit too tall

She climbs down in a jiffy

And leaves 25 bucks on the stool

20 for the drinks and 5 for the stories

The night gobbles her up

Till she is back at the bar the next night

I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook

"And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is"

Leonard Cohen

Shane Koyczan

"And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little
longer."

Not only has he blown my mind away with 'To This Day'....



 ...Shane Koyczan's other poems are just as beautiful, and so powerful. Check out his work http://www.shanekoyczan.com/.

"We are not an abandoned car stalled out left sitting empty on some highway.
And if in some way we are, don’t worry, we only got to walk and get gas."

Poem

Toledo, Spain.

Kisses and wine

The house moved around them like an angry storm,
Only to settle down into a beautiful jazz song.
He soon left with the promises of morning tea.
The morning remained reclusive, so did the tea.
Finally, the moon settled down with the fall of night.

Then there were kisses and there was wine.

One hundred years ago my bookstore was a wine shop

Mrs. Betty Draper