Vendredi 13 juillet 2007
5
13
/07
/Juil
/2007
14:47
The sight on Samothraki in the sunset was as usual.
The apprentice waiter (16 years old as a maximum) spoke badly English and Greek not at all as he was Bulgarian. His two younger (14) pals were doing it better in Greek. We ended with my (few)
remembering of Russian.
Written in Alexandroupolis
Par Bertrand Ricque
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Publié dans : Thoughts
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Mercredi 11 juillet 2007
3
11
/07
/Juil
/2007
14:44
Somebody recently told me that I seemed to express often in this blog that I was missing somebody to speak
with. No, I am often experiencing fantastic moments alone. It doesn’t mean that I want to speak. The persons who communicate by speaking permanently only bother me.
Written
in Alexandroupolis while eating a sea bass.
Par Bertrand Ricque
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Publié dans : Thoughts
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Jeudi 28 juin 2007
4
28
/06
/Juin
/2007
23:02
I am thirsty. Thirsty to speak, to say all these words that relatives don’t want to hear. Thirsty to dream
and love, again and again. Thirsty to forget listening to music.
Written in the plane between Paris and Athens
Par Bertrand Ricque
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Publié dans : Thoughts
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Mercredi 30 mai 2007
3
30
/05
/Mai
/2007
12:45
In the Rheingold, you can hear Alberich say “so verfluch’ ich das Liebe”. .I always wonder if it is a solution or an illusive way out.
Written between Montluçon and Paris.
Par Bertrand Ricque
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Publié dans : Thoughts
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