Writing is like breathing…

“For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing”.

Pablo Neruda

Extract from an interview





My father published recently an article in a Spanish journal about the terrorist attacks in Paris.

So many things have already been written about it.

I am reading a book by Martha Nussbaum on political emotions. Citizens can cultivate certain qualities rooted in love and positive values which would lead to a different society. This vision could transform not only Western societies, but many other areas of the world, and we could build a global, peaceful society.


Tia Pol

Some days start disastrously and end brilliantly.

Yesterday, Tuesday 13th, I woke up with bad news, progressed with a great email related to the publication of my poem, Private Universe, and ended with rebirth, magic and hope!

# soul mate # Tia Pol # Gallery # Love & Art # the Art of Love # Ars amandi


Seize the Day


I woke up today with the terrible news of the death of the mother of one of my best friends in town. I have had trouble to get ready for work and to be focused. Tears and memories of her and the time spent together have accompanied me, and my thoughts have been somewhere else far beyond this time and place.

At lunch time I came to Washington Square Park on a sunny, chilly afternoon. I sat there for some instants and reflected on the fleeting nature of our “material” world.

We should all make life more beautiful, easy, fun, loving and generous to each other. We should all walk freely, without baggage, seizing the day, the minutes… that will never again come back to us, except for our dreams or nostalgic visions.

To Leuconoe, by Horace,

Odes (book 1, number 11) in 23 BC
Inquire not, Leuconoe (it is not fitting you should know), how long a term of life the gods have granted to you or to me: neither consult the Chaldean calculations. How much better is it to bear with patience whatever shall happen! Whether Jupiter have granted us more winters, or [this as] the last, which now breaks the Etrurian waves against the opposing rocks. Be wise; rack off your wines, and abridge your hopes [in proportion] to the shortness of your life. While we are conversing, envious age has been flying; seize the present day, not giving the least credit to the succeeding one.

translated literally into English prose
by Christopher Smart, A.M. of Pembroke College, Cambridge (1756)

Today is an Angel

Osip Mandelstam: 394 (translated with Anne Frydman)

Toward the empty earth
falling, one step faltering–
some sweetness, in this
unwilling hesitance–

she walks, keeping
just ahead of her friends,
the quick-footed woman,
the younger man, one year younger.

A shy freedom draws her, her hobbled step
frees her, fires her, and it seems
the shining riddle in her walk
wants to hold her back:

the riddle, that this spring weather
is for us the first mother:
the mother of the grave.
And this will keep on beginning forever.

There are women,
the damp earth’s flesh and blood:
every step they take, a cry,
a deep steel drum.

It is their calling
to accompany those who have died;
and to be there, the first
to greet the resurrected.

To ask for their tenderness
would be a trespass against them;
but to go off, away from them–
no one has the strength.

Today is an angel; tomorrow
worms, and the grave;
and the day after
only lines in chalk.

The step you took
no longer there to take.

Flowers are deathless. Heaven is round.
And everything to be is only a promise.

–Voronezh. 4 May 1937

— Jean Valentine
Door in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems


Henri Matisse: The Cut-Outs

I did not know this facet of Matisse and I have admired, indeed! I took pleasure in contemplating these colorful “cut-outs”, whose forms suggest gardens, pools, dancers, stained glass… The first impression can be child-like, naive. However, take some time and look with the heart, you will then understand that every trait had been carefully thought, every color chosen with some purpose or intention… To me, those forms, those colors came from the soul and embody some rare beauty.


In “the pool” I understood that Matisse also felt the same passion for magic creatures of the oceans such as “ondines”, “mermaids”… He represented the fusion between the human and other human-like creatures.


In “the garden”, he is a visionary and a forefather of the environmental movement. Maybe after his trip to Tahiti he really dreamed of other ways of life, more simple, basic, even primitive, in communion with the nature.

* Some basic concepts from Moma exhibition


The cut-outs were created in distinct phases. The raw materials—paper and gouache—were purchased, and the two materials combined: studio assistants painted sheets of paper with gouache. Matisse then cut shapes from these painted papers and arranged them into compositions. For smaller compositions the artist worked directly on a board using pins. For larger compositions, Matisse directed his studio assistants to arrange them on the wall of his studio. Subsequently, cut-outs were mounted permanently, either in the studio or in Paris by professional mounters.

Matisse in front of gouache-painted papers, Hôtel Régina, Nice



Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland | Dali


Dali’s incredible illustrations for Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland” (published in 1865) have caused it to become one of the rarest and most sought-after Dali suites. With the original gouaches published by Maecenas Press-Random House, New York in 1969, the suite now contains 12 heliogravures – one for each chapter of the book – and comes with 1 original signed etching in 4 colors as the frontpiece.
This collaboration brings together arguably two of the most creative minds in Western culture, as both are considered ultimate explorers of dreams and imagination.DALI1014