St. Moritz and Aspen reunited, Emirates Mall

Snow falls gently night time. Nearby St. Moritz cafe's fireplaces broadcast fire.
Yes, that's what they do, they simply broadcast fire.
Aspen cafe, close to Virgin Megastore, is much more quiet. And cozier.
Curry smell covers the restaurant area, Burger King is surrounded by felafel and kebabs.
Emirates mall teaches skying lessons. Sells original French baguettes, videogames.
A slightly more commercial version of Disneyland, where kids are safely shaken by a gigantic robot hand.
Never ending, always surprising, shiny, immaculate and fresh.
Sky-lift operate until 11pm. From the terrace of T.G.I.F. a phenomenal view of the slopes.
Outside, still 100 Farenheit, dust, and the first shadows of the night.

Nuran Greens residence, Dubai

The noise of air conditioning cannot be dumped by my soft pillows. Laying in my bed, thinking abount this Sunday. The tears in the airport. The cold in the airplane. The heat in the taxi line in Dubai.
Le lights of the new city. The malls, the hotels.
The stars.
The middle east, and the gulf area.
Too many emotions to sleep, I calmly eat a banana in front of the tv. Satellite brings me Rai1, and whispers from Italy.

Moving on: Barcelona, MBA graduation, Dubai

After last Friday MBA graduation cerimony, University's campus was very quiet. Gone are hundreds of couples of parents who came from every part of the world to live this emotion with their promising children. Gone are the heavy rains, the queues for the cabs. Gone are the parties.
Gome are my very last two years as a student.
Walking around the campus I felt absolutely quiet. Fruits and jems of the MBA are ready to be caught. No more a student, I automatically feel distant from the working rooms, from the cafeteria, from all the facilities. I am a guest, walking around, during a holyday, in a desert University.
Desert in front of me. Arabic peninsula is waiting for me.
I will land in Dubai next Sunday, and will start working in ten days.
No more a student, I am ready to move on. Time will bring me some wiseness and some reflections on the MBA experience. For now, I am just thankfull.

MBA graduation eve

In computer lab, pretending it's just another day.
Some students checking email, knowing it's just the last day.
Some partents visiting campus, feeling it's really a special day.
Wind and heavy clouds won't make the Dean sleep tonight.
It must be a sunny day. Melanchony will come later, when I will close all my baggages. It will be just another maniac Monday !

From St. David to Rothko

Large field of light colors in the South West coast of Wales.
I flow through capillars from Newgale to Little Haven. Horses staring at the sea, enormous spaces, sand and wind.
Yellow are the flowers of Wales.
Dark purple the paints of Rothko in Tate Modern.
Shallow light, deep intimate. Four hundred miles between chromatic solitude, sweet and cold spaces.
Some colors are free, enigmatic. Others are stored, for the future.

Pembroke

Last grasp of Wales is the castle of Pembroke. Ruins of white sand rich of history. Quick clouds run over the fortress.
Ice creams are already for sale. It rains and my trip in Wales is over.
Main objectives of the trip:

emotions
images

Both linked to nature, soil and tradition. Driving, too much, from place to place, I found warm rooms and solitude, for this time, an unwanted emotion.
Sweet smerald green landscape, rusty walls. Warlocks and wizards are finally resting.