The brownie heart.

This heart was made one morning by a woman strange to us. She made it choco-yummy, she made it cherry-sweet, and now it's in my stomach, delightful brownie pick.

The music heart.

A friend of mine took her giant heart for a walk in the city.

Music by Roger Sanchez.

 

The shadow heart.

Oi! It's here. Come and get it!

The Special Forces heart.

It's 1.30 pm,

Special Forces fast asleep,

Mermaids wander by their feet,

Rockin lullabies, lyrics deep, 

Their heart-bed makes it way too sweet.

And so they sleep. And sleep... 

The origami hearts.

Today's paper hearts are dedicated to Mr. Yoshizawa, one of the most famous and masterful origamists in history.

Mr. Black and Mr. White are getting ready for today's Origami Feast down by the paper dunes. Mr. Black is a serious business man who loves to wear ties, drink sodas on the rocks and smoke tobacco rolled in watermelon flavoured rizzlas from Amsterdam. Mr. White is a sewage cleaner and a heavy Jameson downer who knew "Withnail" before the movie was made.

The voodoo heart.

Mr. Pat Robertson, an evagelist, told some time ago that the Haiti earthquake happened because Haitians made a pact with the devil. Mr. Pat Robertson also said some time ago that some angry, furious tornadoes ripped the US because people didn't pray enough.

So my doll committed suicide coz she couldn't stand pathological believers who talked much and proved nothing.

The lollipop heart.

Most lollipops I see in my country have cockerel forms. They are shiny and seethrough red like this one. I like cracking them with my front teeth and letting the bits disolve in my mouth. My tongue gets lollipop red too. I want my next lollipop to be like this one.

Picture chosen from "I love living in Japan"

 

The Great East Japan Earthquake hearts.

This is in memory of the 11/03/11 victims.

Over three thousand hearts missing. Almost sixteen thousand hearts gone. Resting up in the clouds. In peace.

The lame psychedelic heart.

When Loulak drew this heart she had in mind something deeper. She wanted to jump in the picture and travel through colour time to the long distant heart.  When she realised how lame her drawing was she decided to delay her colour space travel. She now looks at it and pictures her perfect heart, dropped in perfect coloured circles, where only perfect people space-travel... 

Babushka's heart.

Babushka is sleeping with her eyes wide open. Most of my friends get scared when they meet her. And nobody's ever noticed her heart. Except me.

The tree heart.

Woman's Day today.

Once upon a time there was a heart tree. A snake offered one of its hearts to a woman. The woman took a bite and offered it to a man. It all came down to sharing.

The hide and seek heart.

It's nearly the end of spring in Black Forest, Britain. A group of young campers disperses in the woods, slowly getting swallowed by the long trees.  Patches of shy-looking sunlight razorcut through the green carpets of their leaves. Ah, those green carpets! Under them they ran, and hid, and seeked for endless hours. Like there was no tomorrow.

I would very much like to know why people stop playing this game when they grow older.