Tangier, Morocco

Tangier

shutters are open

curtains are down

arched bodies dusting

 one gram yellow, 

   one gram orange 

sound of ezan

echoes on the walls

squat bodies ,

angled and straight

shelter under  arched

shadows

naked feet, 

leather sandal escape

the  parquet stones 

 one gram yellow ,

   one gram orange 

My name is plaster

walls of an ancient city 

like the ocean

blending into the sea.

I 'm white,

yellow' n orange,

cracked open,

n' thirsty..

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Burhan Uygur,

".....I see my  reflection even on a garbage can, I am not the light of painting but of a servant, and porter. "

Burhan Uygur

Tangier, Morocco

...Perhaps the logical question to ask at this point is: Why go? The answer is that when a man has been there and undergone the baptism of solitude he can't help himself. Once he has been under the spell of the vast luminous, silent country, no other places is quite strong enough for him, no other surroundings can provide the supremely satisfying sensation of existing in the midst of something that is absolute. He will go back, whatever the cost in time or money, for the absolute has no price." 
Paul Bowles-  Their Heads are Green and Their hands are Blue

The Chartres Labyrinth

“La Lieue” – The mile, a distance which takes roughly an hour to walk. When pilgrims crawled through the labyrinth on hands and knees it would take them an hour to cover the distance, which is 261.5 meter.

Broken Blue

"Oh, wearisome conditions of humanity !

 Born under one law, to another bound,

 Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity:

 Created sick, commanded to be sound.

 What meaneth Nature by these diverse laws-

 Passion and reason, self -division's cause ? "*

*from "Point  Counter Point"

Aldous Huxley