http://cheetah.baywords.com Just another Baywords weblog Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:22:13 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Due to tons of spam comments and Wordpress incapacities to deal with statistics and such, I decided to move this blog INTO the French one here: http://cheetah.over-blog.net Thank you to delete this one in your bookmarks! http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/02/10/website-closing/ Not a soul out. Seagulls are racing the waves. Sun has not come over the dunes yet. Their wet suits next to them, eyes on the ocean, they sip in their morning coffee slowly, not saying a word. A fisherman by the shore, a clay pipe un his mouth, looks ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/02/07/surfers-delight/ His IQ is 40, his age 26, his skin colour light brown, his hair cropped short. His eyes shut, his mind absent, his will resigned. The crime he's said to be guily of, he doesn't even understand. His family tried everything. Associations brought out complaints, huge banners outside the courthouse ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/02/06/to-kill-a-hummingbird/ April 4th 1945, Washington D.C., USA. In the Oval Office, four men are sitting in the presidential sofas and talking aout the future of the modern world as they know it. Are present: Harry S. Truman, President of the United States of America, Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/02/04/to-kill-or-not-to-kill/ Whatever music you like, you know what I mean. Certain songs make you smile, others make you sad. Put on Colorblind or Mad World and make sure you've got a boxful of tissues ready by. Play anything by Wyclef, Vampire Week-End and get ready to get your body rockin'. Listening ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/01/27/bang-your-head-to-that-tune/ Loud speakers blasting, nobody hears the engine. Caps tilted to the side, golden chains around their neck. Baggy pants and expensive designer shoes, fancy tatoos and huge obvious ear and finger rings. Bimbos flying around like seagulls after the fishing boat. Guns on display under their armpits. West Coast gangsta. ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/01/20/the-missing-link/ Silently racing through the park, his shoes gliding in the mud In the morning his breath forming like miniature clouds Listening to an old record of The Message in his earphones, Lonely he runs, not hearing the cars jamming the streets Ignoring the cold, rainy winter weather, he hums along ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/01/15/the-long-distance-runner/ Lying under coconut trees with a fruit cocktail in my hand, the warm sun heats up slowly the sand underneath by feet. Seagulls for neighbours and giant blue and red crabs for friends. The sound of the waves breaking on the reef out at sea like a childhood melody, nursing ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/01/08/dreaming-of-some-other-place/ Every year the same thing: people drinking and dancing and just before midnight, checking their watches, the final countdown. Rising glasses of champagne, looking in the eye, kissing and hugging, yelling at the top of their lungs the same phrase: Happy New Year!! The day before was just the same, the ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2010/01/02/new-years-eve/ I was quite sure I had seen him some place before. the reddened face and the dirty beard, the loud manners; the whole scene seemed so much like a deja-vu. His bench was the center of his world, house and workplace, holiday resort and family country house. People passing by didn't ... http://cheetah.baywords.com/2009/11/26/the-man-who-lived-on-a-bench/