For having slept so often
With my loneliness
I made almost a friend
A sweet habit
She doesn't leave me with a step
Faithful as a shadow
She followed me here and there
Around the world
No i'm never alone
With my loneliness
-The loneliness of Georges Moustaki -
Watching the "Fleurs du Passage" florist at the opening setting up his stall is like watching the work of a painter come to life.
His stall is a living painting.
That of a florist inspired by seasonal flowers. An artist.
I admire his work so much that I forget to take photos every time. When finally, I think of taking out my camera, the Gros-Horloge street is already teeming & suddenly, I feel frustrated.
From now on, I will try to be admiring while taking a picture of that pretty colorful paintings, inspired, alive. I will have to concentrate .... it is not an easy task!
One morning in May 2017 ...
"Crocodiles live a hundred years; roses three days. And yet we offer roses" -Michel Chrestien, character of the Human Comedy-
"In the language of gardeners, plants die, but roses die" -Julien Green-
"Man, you looked at the saddest, bleakest of all the flowers of the earth, and like the other flowers you gave it a name. You called it Pansy" -Jacques Prévert- In French: "Pensée" can be translated as "a thought" as well and the poet refered to that as well when naming the flower Pansy which in french is also said "pensée"
"What can be retained of the crumbly material? Nothing, if not beauty. So the cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums and the full moon must satisfy us" -Czeslaw Milosz-
"Let us be grateful to the people who give us happiness; they are the charming gardeners by whom our souls are flowered" -Marcel Proust-
"There are flowers everywhere for anyone who wants to see them" -Matisse-
On this October 13, 2018, day of the Belly Festival, it is difficult to admire the Flowers of the Passage as the crowd is so dense.
...like a bird...
...the flowers of goodness...
...spikless guaranteed...
One morning in January 2019 ...
Like a selfish person, I like to sit down and watch the florists stage the bouquets, plants, wooden hedgehogs, decorated bird cages. For the sparrows on the street, they even set up a small house where they can to eat and rest in the midst of flamboyant greenery. I love it!
"Live if you believe in me, don't wait until tomorrow. Pick the roses of life today," -Pierre de Ronsard-
"A rose cannot be born from an onion," -Theognis de Mégare, a Greek poet-
"When you become pessimistic, look at a rose," Albert Samain.
"In the language of gardeners, plants snuff, but roses die," -Julien Green-
"Convinced of the nothingness of everything, it remains delicious to be satisfied with the fragility of roses," -Maurice Chapelan-
"Never does nature deceive us; it is always us who are wrong," -Jean-Jacques Rousseau-
"In March, admire ..."
Arriving at the scene of my admiration late, the passers-by were too numerous and prevented me from taking the photos I wanted. No, I'm not complaining, I waited and took advantage of a moment of emptiness to take two photos. Only two ... sniff.
"While at their perverse works, men run panting, March who laughs despite the downpours, secretly prepares for spring." -Theophile Gautier / Emaux and cameos -
"Inside and out, it's not nice, it's the month of March, the month of wind and taxes. The wind will soon have fallen, but taxes are all year round." - Ogden Nash-