Pirate Story (Robert L. Stevenson)

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea--
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.

Photo: a fishboat in the Indian Ocean near the Southwest coast from Madagascar.

Sobre la situación política en España, esto me enviaban desde Bruselas:

Yeah, I suppose the current situation in Spain might grant something like:
SPANISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You want to milk one but it refuses to be milked
because you haven't taken into account
its long standing differences
shaped by cultural and historical factors.
The other cows looks on, phones her lawyer
and decides to refuse you its milk too.
You enter a legal wrangle with the two cows.
You have a language in common, but they will
speak to you only in their local sprache.

The first snow of this Autumn.

November 13th, Sunday.

Ready, as a mantis!.

Ranomafana National Park, Madagascar.

October, 2005.

A pack of Atlantic Spotted Dolphin (Stenella frontalis) in the Canary Islands waters.

La Gomera, Canary Islands, Spain.

September, 2005.

Selling papayas on the sea shore.

Mangily, Madagascar.

October, 2005.