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The eyes. We say they are the soul’s mirror… They manifest so many things, so many senses, and mystery too.
Look around you, and see the magic of cat’s eyes and the beauty of cow’s eyes.

Copyright : Macey Smith

On October 2007, 14 it will be just one year that the first search engine submitted this website. Since that date, thousands of you visited the site each month, and are visiting again, always browsing for a longer time ! Some of you, who didn’t understand "netikett" dowloaded it. Many thanks for all the pages you have read.
Actually, the webmaster is very very busy, but in a little while, he will work more on this website and you will be able to read new pages everywhere on the site.
You can already read here something new : Education about Organic Eating and Culinary Culture by phone. In a short while you’ll know everything about this subject on this page :
www.mangerbio-eatingorganic.net/mes_activites/ateliers.html

100 Horses on the Grass Refuge will make a feast for Halloween on Sunday October 28, 2007 http://www.100chevaux.org/annoncehalloween.html. A Godfather’s and Godmother’s Day happened on September 29 : http://www.100chevaux.org/journeeparrains.html.
Remember : paying 13,00 euros each month, you can help a horse or a donkey or a poney, so help this organization to save other animals : horses and dogs : http://www.100chevaux.org/newnewsnews2.html

"Coffee, tea and chocolate" Dishes for hot beverages, from August 2007, 10 to March 2008, 10 in the faïence museum in Sarreguemines in East France http://www.sarreguemines-museum.com
In Spring, a new exhibition will held about Japan, then "The Red Color" in Autumn 2008. To visit this museum from far away: http://www.sarreguemines-museum.com/animation/JeuInteractif.asp

Copyright : Macey Smith

The Eyes

Blue or black, all loved, all nice
So many eyes saw dawn
They sleep in the deep of tombs
And the sun still gets up

Nights, sweeter than days
Enchanted so many eyes :
Stars still shine
And eyes are full of shadow.

Oh, they can’t see anymore,
No, no, it’s impossible !
They have turned away to look
At what we call the invisible ;

And like the waning stars
Leave us, but stay in the sky,
The eyes become motionless
But it’s not true death

Blue or black, all loved, all nice,
Open to any immense dawn,
On the other side of tombs,
Closed eyes still see.

Sully Prudhomme in La vie antérieure, Anterior life




Copyright : Macey Smith

The curve of your eyes

The curve of your eyes goes around my heart
A round of dance and sweetness,
Halo of time, cradle, nightly and sure,
And if I no longer know what happened to me
It’s because your eyes didn’t always look to me.

Day leaves and dew moss
Reeds in the wind, smile perfumed
Wings covering the world with light
Boats full of sky and sea,
Hunters of sound and sources of color.

Perfumes flowering from the dawn's light.
Which always lies on a pallet of stars
As day depends from innocence
All the world depends of your pure eyes
And all my blood flows in their glance.

Paul Eluard in Capitale de la douleur ( Capital of Pain)




Copyright : Macey Smith

"He comes in and switches on the light, touches a switch gently and the sound of a sârod fills the empty room. He lays on a Jaipur cushion – because he likes all things coming from India – and thinks again about what he saw today, a spice shop where it’s possible to find the smells of all the world, a woman, whose ageless eyes attract him as….
Fruitless dreams. Fruitless and dangerous.
"When you begin to mix your own desires with your vision, the Old Woman told us, you lose the true vision. Your mind gets confused and spices don’t obey you anymore."
Go back Tilo, before it is too late.
I strive to make myself empty. I’ll trust only my own hands, my hands with their bones, which sing for me what the solitary American man needs."

Sârod : music instrument like a sitâr.

La maîtresse des épices ( The Mistress of Spices) by Chitra Banerjee, translated into French by Marie-Odile Probst, ed. Picquier, Paris, 1999, pp. 78-79

Twisting
See you soon, Bernadette Nozarian