Marcus Miller, concert (live) Fontainebleau au festival Django Reinhardt en 2018
Like an orchestra leader
Like an orchestra leader, photography
In the light of his conscience
In the light of his conscience, ©L.Monserrat, Paris, 2018.
Gary Clark Jr
Gary Clark Jr concert Festival Django Reinhardt, Fontainebleau, 2018
Sacred Dance
Sacred dance©L.Monserrat, Paris, 2018.
The Lost Dancer
The lost dancer©L.Monserrat, Paris, 2018. The Lost Dancer Spatial depths of being survive The birth to death recurrences Of feet dancing on earth of sand; Vibrations of the dance survive The sand; the sand, elect, survives The dancer. He can find no source Of magic adequate to bind The sand upon his feet, his feet…
The grace of a ballet dancer
The grace of a ballet dancer©L.Monserrat, Melun, Paris, 2018.
Dancing steps
Dancing steps©L.Monserrat, Melun, Paris, 2018.
And I dance
And I dance©L.Monserrat, Melun, Paris, 2018. I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance. Rimbaud, Sentences
Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte : journée grand siècle 2018
Journée grand siècle©L.Monserrat, France, Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte, 2018.
Paradise flower (Strelitzia)
Paradise flower (Strelitzia)
The lily
The lily©L.Monserrat, France, Paris, 2018. The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. William Blake
The wild swan
The Wild Swans at Coole The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had…
Walking in burano
Walking in Burano©L.Monserrat, Italie, Burano, 2018.
A grey gull lost its fear and flew down to her
Gull over Venezia©L.Monserrat, Italie, Venezia, 2018.
Through the stained glass windows
Through the stained glass windows, ©L.Monserrat, Paris, 2018.
Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves©L.Monserrat, Paris, 2018.
In the shadow of Dante
ONE and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine; Thus do I hear that once Achilles’ spear, His and his father’s, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon. We turned…
