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Showing posts with label barcaluancy. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2016

In another world, this photo might be considered funny!

In another world, this photo might be considered funny!


Nothing like a good yoga workout to make waves and and unwanted curves on your body. Don't you think?

Actually, the distortion is real. I thought it rather odd that the gym chose to advertise this way.

Seems better to have invested on a GREAT mirror that gives you a slimmer appearance.

After all, yoga is supposed to make you feel and look better, not odd.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Ambiguous Punctuation


Does she say to him or does he write to say to her:

"I think we're just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Ritchie."

A shy comma makes all the difference.






Friday, November 14, 2014

Ellusive Garbo in Barcelona


She caught my eye and I caught my breath; was it SHE? Was I really in Central Park, New York and not Barcelona, Spain?  Was I dreaming?

The woman who was maybe SHE had the captivating swagger of assurance, positiveness and -- hauntingly -- the loneliness of THE LOOK.

But SHE was and is Garbo, long dead now, swagger, assurance and loneliness long gone.  Maybe, after all, I wasn't dreaming, but was, nevertheless in a dream -- hers.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Intense Intimisi

I'm trying to determine if I should delete the blogger and use google+ or use both?


Can anyone out there give me an opinion?


I feel like the guy in the photo; ever so diligently contemplating what ipod he should buy.

 DSC_1204 Intimisi web


And while I'm here, I'd like to let men be aware.


You are noticed.


Girls do look.


Even by little old ladies like me.







Saturday, May 05, 2007

Pucker-Up

I was at the consulate in Sarria to get a new passport for reasons mentioned in a previous post I called “Grant Me a Wish”. So, my mood was not a happy one.

We finished at the consulate, walking slow with no purpose in mind, when I saw him on a white pedestal dressed in auburn fur with his lips puckered up.


Pucker-Up
Barcelona, 2007

He was puffing big bubbles I could only dream of when I was a child.

They were so spherical and filled with colors of the rainbow.

He looked like he was having tremendous fun.

While he was making bubbles he was making my day.

For that moment, I wanted to leave the grown-up world behind me and be a kid again.

Enjoy!!