The Loner + Neil Young song #photography #photo #art

#photo "I Can't Be Satisfied" + Muddy Waters blues music

Photo prise à la rue des Bains  à Genève en juin 2009. 
"No huyo de ti...estoy yendo hacia mi..."  ©Mercedes Mayol 

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#photo "Peace" + Bill Evans #jazz music

#photo "But Not For Me" + Chet Baker #jazz song

Discover the playlist but not for me with Chet Baker

#photo "The Masquerade Is Over" + Nancy Wilson #jazz song

Genève, août 2009, Parc des Bastions 

"Ode to my Beloved Anonymous People" by Juan Carlos Hernandez, music by Dinosaur Jr

Enjoy my new modest creation composed by some films i made in New York during the 2011 Fall and for sure, my photographs

You will see a short film at the beginning with the first demonstration of Occupy Wall Street, the first day, it was the 17th of September

The music is by Dinosaur Jr, a magnificent song titled "Said the People" from their album "Farm" (2009)

Thanks for sharing if you like

Happy 2012

jc

#photo "If You See Her, Say Hello" + Bob Dylan song

Photopoem "Errances Transatlantiques" + "The Loner" by Neil Young

Errances Transatlantiques

Errances transatlantiques
Misérables émois
Lyrisme pour lui
Pense tragique à moi
Clic, clac, tap
Danse tes rêves

Photographie prise et poème écrit à New-York en octobre 2011 par Juan Carlos Hernandez

I'm Confessin' That I Love You + Louis Armstrong song

Talk To Me + Tindersticks song

Ne vois-tu pas que son regard est innofensif ?
Je l'ai plaqué

Cry Baby + Janis Joplin song

Crier et pleurer dans le désert tes souffrances

Photopoem with Sophia Fine : "REVEALING THE VIRILITY OF THINGS" + jazz music of Paolo Fresu

Hello,

I'm happy and proud to collaborate again with Sophia Fine, a fantastic painter, very talented writer, and special friend.

Once more, she was inspired by one of my photographs to write a beautiful poem. Her style, as always, is modern poetry at it's best!

Take a look to our other collaborations.  Don't forget please to play the wonderful music of Paolo Fresu reading the poem. The player is located below at the end. 

I’m always looking forward to collaborations with Sophia, and I hope the feeling is mutual!

Juan Carlos 

REVEALING THE VIRILITY OF THINGS

How to begin at the beginning:

"When are you going to stop asking too much from life."

His words fall in to broken pieces on the cold ground.

Their echo reaches her tired dimming soul.

Feline’s patience will force a smile.

Tensing for a glimpse of his swaying mood.

Between her face and his, the softness of a child is taking form and vanishes.

No way to bring back lost love.

Thirst for love, thirst for ecstasy,

rare pearls in the palm of her hand,

transformed to cicadas with their

long monotonous song.

Music score for Doom.

Like a Horn of Plenty, the Messenger's Bag spills out a haze of Joy and Sad.

Memories found and lost.

The blue sea flickers like a zoetrope, and the simmering light alternates in quick succession. Suddenly the brilliant Sun leeches the landscape of all Colors.

The desire, passion... close, so close.

Only sea and sky the limits between them.

Hollow whispers that none of them can hear.

In the shadow a man, a young man,

caresses a woman. The stroke of his hand

erases the wrinkles around her eyes,

and returns some of the youthful 

Luster on her graying hair.

Her voice murmurs hauntingly without

Vocabilaire, paling every word, speaking 

In sentences..

Mind runs dry.

The yearning, the need, the “Never More” choking every heart beat.

“Remember for hours I was gazing

Into your eyes... still didn't know us.”

Swimming in a murky river, the bodies

Try to reach the familiar banks.

Trembling, trembling so...

With eyes closed to see. 

The island is lost and the wind vanishes resistance.

Time brings happiness.

Time kills time.

Welcome friend, or enemy.

Mine, First Love, began with a caress.

Muzzle, neck, legs, my hands run over my Horse's Splendid body.

Then a word carefully chosen, or Silence. 

That was a pure Love's Joy!

Eternal to Be.

Ah Love, you only stay with Love,

To make Happy.

Stay young, he once said, tossing her

slender body up in the air.

There were kisses, summer rhymes, caresses.

Descending in his young arms, on a sea of anemones,

felt his Kiss, his lips ... and Love.

Exuberance full strength.

Rapido Con Brio.

Ah Love, you only stay with Love,

To make Happiness.

Like a Horn of Plenty, the Messenger's Bag spills out a haze of Joy and Sad.

Memories lost and found.

The invisible wounds within,

suspended passions, simple desires

waiting to be revived, to be felt again,

to have a second chance, bending on hard cold ground never to return.

Souls are cleaving to reach...without hope.

A knife suspends from the sky never known where-when will drop to cut.

This sky soon will be starry but the stars don't care, they have their own life.

Angels are not real.. Make their own life.. Who will care.

The night shrinks to nothing.

Stillness.

The Rhythmical clock sounds out of breath.

His distant gaze reflects a Forest Burning..

Flames dancing in a young woman's form,

calling erotic verses echoing his lust desire.

Faces light up for a moment of flash

to disappear In an ebony darkness.

His desire will fall on a cold marble bed on Time's Call.

Doesn't take much time for evil to stage.

The soul wants to Be, to feel the touch in the young woman's arms,

Deep in her arms, on her inviting softness..

breathing her Love, Quiver that take his breath away.

But Everything still, only the sound of the rattling time.

Stillness is an invitation to death inside, nothing will be revived.

Is softness in silence.. Hurting Stills.

This Life will be viewed behind a misty glass.. creating healing illusions.

Their footsteps will echo through empty corridors of time...

Perhaps a little night's music will bring a sliver of reality past..

sans prelude of herald melodies.

Time steals love... No ransom.

No living back the taken.

Time steals time.

"Don't let the children go through the smoldering gaverous fields..

their innocence will make deep holes in their souls."

In a spike of light she will see the first

wrinkles on his forehead..the lost desire

in empty eyes.

Tonight let's put away the Real!

Compassion in C minor will do in the new settings!

Time kills in time.

Life Heals in Time.

"I saw a shooting star! Good luck!"

BIZZZ!!! ........ LIFE IS ON!!!

Sophia Fine JUNE 2011

Inspired by a photo... Inspiration applied on other, than the obvious.

"Mi táctica ..." + poesia recitada por Mario Benedetti

Fotografia de "su" mano, una mano negra, publicada originalmente en mayo del 2010. El tiempo paso y lo puedo decir ahora, la publiqué despues de una gran pena de amor. Creo que no fui ni buen tactico .. ni buen estratego y mismo si paso mucho pues .. no pasa nada, la vida fluye ;-) "Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va" decia Léo Ferré

Táctica y estrategia (Mario Benedetti)

traduction du poème en français : http://www.le-perfologue.net/piloter/Strategie_et_tactique.html

translation of this poem in english : http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?4,32871

Mi táctica es

mirarte

aprender como sos

quererte como sos

mi táctica es

hablarte

y escucharte

construir con palabras

un puente indestructible

mi táctica es

quedarme en tu recuerdo

no sé cómo ni sé

con qué pretexto

pero quedarme en vos

mi táctica es

ser franco

y saber que sos franca

y que no nos vendamos

simulacros

para que entre los dos

no haya telón

ni abismos

mi estrategia es

en cambio

más profunda y más

simple

mi estrategia es

que un día cualquiera

no sé cómo ni sé

con qué pretexto

por fin me necesites.

"Ain't No Sunshine", poem by myself + Bill Withers song

photo prise à la Rue des Bains, Genève, juin 2009


MA - RIZ -  HUM - DEN - ETC


Matraquée, ils te regardent
Riz amer
Humidité silencieuse
Déni persistant
Stock
Plus de stock ici
Ferme le magasin
Allegro ma non troppo


photo et poème par © Juan Carlos Hernandez, 2011

 

Evidence + Thelonious Monk music

"Evidence" .. prise à Marseille samedi 4 juin 2011 dans le quartier du Panier .. avec la musique de Thelonious Monk. Les évdences sont parfois bien relatives

Passion Within : collaboration with the poet April Higney

Dear readers,

I'm very proud and happy to begin an artistic collaboration with the US poet April Higney (clicking on her name, you will acess to her wonderful website full of her sensitive writings).

I met her thanks to the social network Twitter.

One of my photographs yet published on the blog has inspired her these words for a poem called "Passion Within" you will find below the photograph.

This photograph is one of a very special woman for me and that's the last photo I took to her before ..

April wrote the poem without knowing nothing about the story of this photograph. I will not tell here the story but maybe you can imagine.

With a lot of emotion, I share with you again this photograph I called first "And It's Supposed To Be Love" when I published first in August 2010.

Peace

Juan Carlos Hernandez

PASSION WITHIN

You,

in the idea of love,

as contemplated of the mind.
You,

the one,

to which I placed the unknowing heart into,

brought me here, and left me behind.

This place,

an empty hall,

filled with rooms,

you have closed,

once shared.

This space,

shadowing the heart of me,

my face,

covering the tears,

once cared.

I,

in the idea of love,

have discovered of me,

more to the passion within,

this heart, still reflecting a light,

that pushes me forth,

and pulls me,

contemplated of the heart,

more directed,

even in blindness,

because it is through this heart,

I can truly see.

Passion,

fills this space,

that seemed otherwise empty,

now occupied by all that I am,

persecuted by a past,

yet preceding a future,

a place of meaningful expectations,

where this heart,

is destined,

in all of passions,

to where it is meant to be.

 - April Higney, October 2010 - 

Time Of No Reply

Alone Together + Chet Baker

photo prise en mars 2009 à Alicante, Playa de San Juan en Espagne. Une photo miroir pendant cette période ? 

Dans La Foulée .

Crazy Love + Van Morrison song

photo d'un couple au bord du Lac Léman (Geneva Lake) à Versoix avec la chanson de Van Morrison "Crazy Love" .. certainement le plus beau slow de tous les temps. Je couvrais un mariage, faisait des photos de groupe au bord du lac .. j'attendais que les gens se mettent et j'ai vu cette splendeur romantique