Know you

I notice how the rhythm of this blog keeps changing as my life does. Now that I’m trying to edge a bit more time towards my fiction, while trying to work and live a life and get silly with Chotto-ma, I find less time to write to you. Okay, ramble to you. I miss that. (You better miss it too!)

Blogs have their limitations, don’t they? You get to know me better than I do you. But, if you’ve been on any length of this journey with me, it’d be nice to change that.

I closed the Peppercorns Facebook page a couple of years ago. But my personal Facebook is there, and these days it seems easier to connect with people there, in little bursts, when I don’t quite find the time to write longer posts. So if you’ve been reading what I write, and following this blog, please come along and find me on Facebook if you’re on it. It’s where I share bits of goings-on, in a fairly selfie-free, non-opinionated space. Haha. (No, really.)

Of course, you can add me as a friend, or click ‘Follow’, depending on the boundaries of your privacy. But hopefully, it’ll let me get to know you outside of this blog, where it’s me doing most of the talking!

Also: We just got back from Paris, and since I haven’t had the time to sit down and put Paris into words, I’m doing Paris in photographs on FB in small daily doses.

You’ll find it, and me, linked here.

Come say ‘hi’!


Sending you crunchy autumn leaves and hugs,
Pia

Paris at night

I’m a little bit in love with Jacques Prévert at the moment. His words are so simple, and complicated. Separate, and tangled. Ordinary, and magical. Like water in a river.

Here’s the first of a series of his poems that I must share with you.



Paris at night

Three matchsticks lit one by one in the night
The first to see the whole of your face
The second to see your eyes
The third to see your mouth
And complete darkness to remember this all
With you locked in my arms.

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And the original…

Trois allumettes une à une allumées dans la nuit
La premiére pour voir ton visage tout entier
La seconde pour voir tes yeux
La dernière pour voir ta bouche
Et l’obscuritè tout entière pour me rappeler tout cela
En te serrant dans mes bras.





Jacques Prévert
(1900-1977)