This is my contribution to this Week Photo Challenge: Partners
These are a group of “castellers”, that is, a group of people who build human “castles”. I think this perfectly reflects the concept of partners.
A castell (castle) is a human tower built traditionally in festivals at many locations within Catalonia. At these festivals, several colles castelleres (group of people who do these towers) often succeed in building and dismantling a tower’s structure. On November 16, 2010, castells were declared by UNESCO to be amongst the Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity.
A castell is considered a success when stages of its assembling and disassembling, can be done in complete succession. The assembly is complete once all castellers have climbed into their designated places, and the enxaneta climbs into place at the top and raises one hand with four fingers erect, in a gesture said to symbolize the stripes of the Catalan flag. The enxaneta then climbs down the other side of the castell, after which the remaining levels of castellers descend in highest-to-lowest order until all have reached safety.
Aside from the people who climb to form the upper parts of the tower, others are needed to form the pinya, or bottom base of the castell, to sustain its weight. Members of the pinya (most often men) also act as a ‘safety net’ if the tower structure collapses, cushioning the fall of people from the upper levels. It is not uncommon—when not in competitions—for other colles to assist in the pinya when a small colla is attempting a specially demanding structure in terms of people needed.
More info: Wikipedia
This is my contribution to this Week Photo Challenge: Jubilant
This scene was taken in Times Square (NYC) a few months ago.
Tell me wise but I never would bring a snake into my house. If you decide otherwise you should first follow the advice of Pet Snakes.
Before you even think of bringing a snake home you need to know as much as you can about them…
At minimum you want to be able to answer basic questions like these:
- How big will it get?
- How big of a cage does it need?
- What does it eat?
- Do snakes have any diseases?
- Does it need special lighting or heating?
- How much will the snake and everything else cost?
The point isn’t to know just answers to a few generic questions but to know as much as you possibly can.
Extracted from “Convincing your family about a pet snake” by Pet Snakes who says about them: “We are just a few like-minded folks who enjoy learning about and discussing snakes. We love all reptiles, but the purpose of our blog is to focus on snakes”.
After three thousand days we stopped loving.
It left quietly, before the first blue in the sky,
while one could still see stars and long shadows.
It walked barefoot across the moonlit floor admiring its feet,
holding a pair of shoes in one hand and an old toothbrush in the other.
It tried to look back but the thought of salt was too great. When it
reached the door,
it shut its eyes going back to minutes prior, with you in bed and your
It tried to memorize your lashes and the creases in your lips, each
It wanted more time but knew that more time was not an option.
It did not close the door entirely for fear of making noise, so
after we stopped loving, everything was framed in the sullen violet
of almost morning. Almost something that was not enough.
by Erika Moya
Erika Moya is a painter and writer. Her work has appeared in Qaartsiluni, the Smoking Poet, the Holly Rose Review, SN Review, the Toronto Quarterly, and Mosaic: Art and Literary journal of the University of California, Riverside. She attends the MFA program of the University of North Carolina Wilmington.
Mireu-me els ulls
Mireu-me els ulls per creure
en el demà que teniu als dits,
dels meus ulls clars
no hi haurà per ningú
Penseu en mi per créixer
en l’esperança d’uns anys millors,
que ens heu negat
brilla al fons dels meus ulls
Sols el poder us tempta
i pel poder us veneu el cor,
però la clau d’or
del temps que fuig
la tinc jo i és la veu
Mireu-me els ulls per créixer… per créixer…
Look at my eyes to believe
in the morning you have fingers,
my eyes clear
there will be no one to
Consider me to grow
in the hope of better years,
we have denied
shines in the background of my eyes
Only the power tempts you
and will sell power to the heart,
but the golden key
I have it and it is the voice
Look at my eyes to grow … to grow …
Miquel Martí i Pol (March 19, 1929 – November 11, 2003)
was one of the most popular poets from Catalunya (Europe) in the 20th century.
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973) was born in Parral, Chile.
Considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century.