There’s something about the light here,
that makes me think I could paint.
Category: Landscapes
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XX)
Miei genitori non tornano fino a domani, said Laura.
Davvero? said Blurtso.
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XVIII)
Doo dee doo dee doo, dee dee dee dee dee,
following my nose, walking by the sea.
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XVII)
“Ce n’est que votre main, Madame, sur quoi j’ose poser,
gage d’amour certain, Madame, vos doigts de blanc satin.
Il faut m’en excuser, Madame, doo doo dee doo dee doo dee,
j’ai mis dans le baiser mon âme, doo doo dee doo dee doo dee.”
“Ma main?” dit-elle. “Mais, je n’ai pas de main.”
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XVI)
What is it in Venice that makes us feel we have been transported in time? Is it the ancient buildings and bridges, the palaces with their frescoes and the moss-lined canals? Is it the smooth-worn stones or the fountains of the piazze? Is it the stillness of the water and the echoing barcarole? No, it is rather the simple sound of voices and footsteps, heard, as if for the first time, in a city without engines, in a civilized world before the automobile.
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XV)
Is that pound cake I smell?
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XIV)
That pound cake yesterday was excellent…
I wonder if I can find another?
“Blurtso takes a trip” (XIII)
This pound cake is delicious!
“Blurtso takes a trip” (VII)
Nothing like a siesta… after a menú del día!
“Blurtso takes a trip” (V)
Hello friend, said Blurtso. I think your country is lovely.
Do you know where I can get a pumpkin pie?
¿Qué? ¿Qué me estás diciendo? No entiendo ingles.
¿Y eso? ¿Qué diablos es un pumpkin pie?