#cap au sud

[zuleecomics]

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[lsunstreakerl]

part seven of the maxiel corporate au! 2.4k words, alternating max POV and daniel POV.

hi! explicit!

here we have.... more dirtbag daniel. the rico effect only works when he's looking right at him, unfortunately. (for now) (I swear he's not an asshole forever but he definitely is right now)

Max is the first one up on the floor- it's quiet still. He can't hear Martin's tea kettle or the sound of Rico doing his home workouts, and Isack had stopped yelling over his discord call sometime around two in the morning.

He keeps his steps light, grabbing clothes out of the closet, though there's no silencing the creak in the pipes as he turns his shower on.

He's been told it's like a mini alarm clock for the others- starts pulling them out of sleep.

Max has shampoo in his hair when he remembers.

"I want you open all the time."

He pauses. There's a chance Daniel didn't mean it- might have been saying it in the heat of the moment.

But what if he did?

Max isn't even sure- he has a bottle of lube, yeah, but it was a gag gift. He's never actually used to it to-

He rinses out his hair, watches the suds swirl down the drain. Daniel had been fairly clear, and Max remembers the ache and the stretch- doesn't want to make that any worse than it needs to be if he can help it.

There's a first time for everything- and Max is no quitter.

He's toweling off his hair, fumbling in the bathroom drawer before his fingers snag on the cap, and he pulls out the bottle, wrinkling his nose.

He's not really sure how he's supposed to do this. Especially if he's not allowed to get off- there's not even anything in it for him, and what if Daniel doesn't fuck him today at all?

There's a horrifying moment where Max wonders just how long he's supposed to listen to Daniel about the whole thing. What happens if he gets busy? Max refuses to be celibate indefinitely. He'd rather be dead.

It's awkward, laying out on his back on the bed, legs wide. He feels humiliated about it, lube slicking his fingers as he presses them to his hole.

He hates how that makes him hard.

------

The bus ride is as miserable as Max expects it to be, dark and chilly. The sun hasn't quite risen yet, but it's starting to peek on the edge of the horizon through the buildings. Max hops off at his stop, makes a detour to get a bagel at the pop up stand.

He's feeling more human as he steps inside the office building- far better than yesterday. He's getting his desk sorted for the day, paperwork straightened as his desktop takes its time logging in, taking bites out of his bagel as he checks through his email.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Max can accept that. He starts digging through his older reports, pulling up numbers and files from a few years back, when the company had first started dealing with Netco.

Max doesn't like them. They're shady, which is one thing- but they're smart about it, which is entirely another.

Max had only spent a year and half in law school before he dropped out, but it's enough for him to know he doesn't like what he's looking at.

He's zoned in by the time the rest of the department starts filtering in- chewing on the end of his pen, eyes flicking over the numbers, occasionally jotting down certain figures he wants to go back and double check later.

He's not sure how they're hiding it- but they are. He's going to figure it out.

Scarlett pats him on his shoulder on the way back, and he tosses an absentminded greeting her way. They'll need to sit and go over some of this month's figures later- just because Max has his nose stuck in the past doesn't mean the rest of the world has stopped moving.

A few other employees make their way by, and then there's knuckles rapping at the edge of Max's desk.

He looks up, meeting Blake's eyes.

"Mornin' Max. Hope your day off was good. I was going to see how you'd feel about digging deeper into those discrepancies you spotted, but..."

Blake is grinning at him, and Max smiles back, turning the side of his monitor in his direction.

"Already on it, sir."

"Max."

Blake sounds mildly exasperated, and Max fights his own amusement.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me sir?"

"Probably a few more, sir."

------

Daniel pinches the bridge of his nose, tries to breathe out slow, find his inner zen. He's not finding it.

He's been getting the fucking runaround from Netco, and they both know it. It's making his eye twitch.

He and Blake had spent a few hours yesterday with their heads put together over Max's reports, but they just couldn't trace it. Hopefully the finance department is really digging their teeth into the problem- Daniel wants solid proof if he's going to pull out of this deal.

Probably what Daniel should do is take a break- hit the office gym, get a hot coffee, come back to the problem feeling refreshed.

Instead, he's messaging Max on slack again, asking him to come upstairs when he has a moment.

A few minutes later his personal phone buzzes.

Blake F: Seriously Daniel

Blake F: I actually have him doing work right now

Blake F: Now he's going to be too cock dumb to get anything done

Daniel R: idk what you're talking about

Daniel R: maybe I really do want to talk to him about the reports

Blake F: No you don't

Daniel R: no I don't

Daniel leans back in his chair, waiting. He's already getting hard just thinking about it- he's got a packet of lube in the drawer, just in case Max forgets, but he's hoping that's not the case.

He starts clearing his desk, making more room than he had before- he's going to bend Max over it today. Daniel prefers to have a clean space normally anyways, but he'd made some adjustments while he was teasing Max, in the name of seeing him blush.

Now it's a bit more how he likes it. Mostly cleared off, a few things at the sides, but relatively organized.

A few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Daniel waits a few seconds, just enough to make Max twitchy on the other side.

"Come in."

Max steps in, gently shutting the office door behind him. Daniel subtly clicks his workstation icon to read busy.

Max shifts on his feet, fingers fidgeting in his pockets. Daniel doesn't have to hide it now- not that he was pretending before- so he takes his time looking at Max, lingering on his chest and waist.

Daniel rolls his chair back, spreading his legs.

"Over here, Maxy."

Max walks over, comes to a stop in front of Daniel- between him and the desk, which is where Daniel wanted him. He rolls back forward, brackets Max between his legs so he's pressed between Daniel and the wood.

He curls his finger through one of Max's belt loops, tugging at it.

"Have you been good for me?"

Max swallows, blue eyes tracking Daniel's movements.

"Yes sir."

Daniel flicks at his belt buckle, unlatching it as he pulls it off of Max, carefully folding it over itself a few times. It's going to have teeth marks by the time he's done- Max is loud.

He runs his fingers down, flicks lightly at where Max's bulge is, enjoys the flinch and the gasp he gets in return.

"Ah- I stretched, sir."

Good. Daniel wonders if it's enough- and then he wonders what that had looked like, Max trying to fuck himself onto his fingers, uncertain and confused, trying to remember how Daniel had done it- it makes his blood hot.

Daniel sets Max's belt down on the side of the desk, squeezes Max's hip.

"Was that your boyfriend yesterday?"

Max goes bright red, turning his head away from Daniel's gaze.

"No- no sir, that's not- Rico is my neighbor."

Daniel raises an eyebrow. Neighbors don't usually answer each other's phones and wake each other up in the same bed, but- maybe there's been some kind of major culture change and Daniel's missed it.

"Sure he is."

He abruptly stands, right up in Max's space, chest to chest. Max is red down to his neck as Daniel grips his waist, spinning him so that he's flush against Max's back.

He tucks his chin into Max's shoulder, lips near his ear.

"You're going to have to be quiet for me, babe. Can you do that? Because it's pretty busy around the office today. Wouldn't want anyone to come investigate, would we?"

Daniel presses his hips forward, pins Max against the desk with a little whimper.

"Words, Max."

Max nods, ears red.

"Yes sir, I can be quiet."

Daniel doesn't believe him.

He snakes his fingers around to Max's front, deftly popping the button to his pants and untucking his shirt before he gets his other hand between Max's shoulders- and then he shoves.

Max is just the right height- he lands perfectly on his chest, hips wiggling up onto the desk. The tips of his toes brush against the floor, but otherwise he's not balanced on his feet at all, ass pressed against Daniel's hips.

Daniel grinds against him for a moment, distracted at how perfect Max looks for him here- his hands are gripping the edge of the desk in front of him, squirming.

"Ah- here? What if-?"

Daniel is tugging Max's waistband down, getting his hands on his cute ass, finally.

He grabs Max's belt, leaning over him.

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then, won't you? Open your mouth."

Max shivers underneath him, opening his mouth for Daniel to shove the belt between his teeth. His knuckles are white at the edge of the desk.

Daniel allows himself some indulgence, squeezing and groping at Max's ass. Max might not know it, but no one else is coming in here unless Daniel tells them to. Besides, the whole point of this is so Daniel's looming headache doesn't get worse- and fucking Max makes him feel better.

He brings two fingers between Max's legs, presses into his hole. Max makes a low groan underneath him at the stretch, and Daniel scissors his fingers. Max is about as loose as Daniel would expect, considering he'd probably only stretched this morning, and it's now late afternoon.

It'll be a tight fit, but it's not enough for Daniel to think about giving him extra prep.

He snags the lube packet and a condom, smears it around Max's hole and over his own cock, and then he's pressing into Max, tight and hot around him.

Max shouts into the belt, muffling the noise.

Daniel fucks his hips in, watches Max's fingers scrabble to get a better grip on the desk.

"Seriously babe, unless you want the entire executive floor knowing I've got you up here bent over the desk, you might want to watch your mouth."

Max whimpers, clenching around him, and Daniel grips one hand around his waist to hold him in place, wrapping the other around his thigh.

"Your only shot at coming is while I'm fucking you- if you can't do it you're out of luck."

He catches the slight dip of Max's head in acknowledgment, and then he's fucking into him hard, trying to get rid of the stress and annoyance he's been feeling all day.

Max is writhing on the desk, probably in a useless attempt to get friction on his own cock, but he's being good for Daniel, letting him wring his own pleasure out of him. He's making little noises around the belt, punched out moans every time Daniel fucks in.

He has a bit of mercy, hitches Max's leg up to angle at his prostate, and Max makes a muffled wail, tightening around him.

Daniel bends down over him, grinding his hips in slow and deep.

"Maxy, it's like you want someone to come check on you. Is that it? You want one of the other executives to walk in, see you crying on my cock over the desk?"

Max is teary, but he's frantically shaking his head no. At the same time...

"The way you're getting tight on me makes me think otherwise, babe."

Daniel lifts Max's hips up, pulling back just enough to admire the way Max looks underneath him, and then he's snapping back in, Max dropping his forehead to the desk as he takes it, Daniel's perfect little plaything.

He must be getting close- he's tight around Daniel, hot and slick, and Daniel spares a moment to think about getting that test done before he's coming. Max desperately tries to grind his hips back into Daniel and down into the desk, frantic with it.

Daniel debates for a second, but- Max came four times the other night. He doesn't want him to be getting any ideas.

He pulls out, and Max sobs into the wood, hips making tiny little circles.

"Aw, almost babe. Maybe next time."

He gives Max a pat on the ass as he tucks his pants back in, fixing his own belt before he reaches around for Max's, pulling it out of his mouth.

There's teeth marks in the leather. Point for Daniel.

Max is trembling on the wood, so Daniel gives him a minute or two, letting him try and regain his composure as Max settles back on his feet, gingerly pushing himself up. His lashes are wet, and he's definitely still hard. His clothes are a rumpled mess.

Daniel takes another moment to just look- he's not sure how he's gotten so lucky, to have a sweet intern so eager to please. Daniel holds Max's belt back out to him, pushing it into his hands.

"Go use the private bathroom, get cleaned up."

Max nods, fingers wrapping around the belt as he takes a few steps back, turning for the bathroom. He's definitely got a limp now- Daniel isn't sure how he got rid of the last one so fast, but a little part of him hopes this one sticks.

Daniel rearranges his desk again, setting it up to actually get some work done. He really does feel better already.

He pencils himself a little reminder on a nearby sticky note, to find an excuse to bring Max on the business trip coming up.

A few days, Max flying private and in Daniel's hotel room? The things he could do-

He nods to himself, underscoring the note.

That definitely needs to happen.

[nowimjustastranger]

I love the Ghost of You au so much, I'd love to hear more of those two! Obsessive and Someone Who Needs to be Obsessed Over is one of my fav dynamics 🥺

What are the first couple of days like after STCMO!Ford leaves traumatized Stan with Obsessive Ford? ❤️

Stanley is… quiet.

The silence presses down on Ford like a physical weight, suffocating and wrong. There’s this niggling in the back of his mind that insists that the filthy man currently sitting in his bathtub should never be quiet, that quiet is bad. Ford agrees on that much, at least. Ford hasn’t liked silence for as long as he could remember, so he had gotten good at pretending it wasn’t there by holding entirely one-sided conversations.

“You’ll probably need two baths and a shower before you’re fully clean.” Ford murmured, grabbing his three-in-one shower gel to squeeze a generous amount onto his palm. Ford had been using the same brand since boyhood, the scent was both calming and somehow familiar even if he couldn’t place where he had smelled it before.

Stanley didn’t so much as flinch as Ford worked the gel into a lather in his hair, the man staring down at the steadily browning  water with a vacant expression. Ford shifted with the urge to be closer, though short of climbing into the tub with Stanley, it just wasn’t possible. But that didn’t stop Ford from wanting Stanley here, with him, and not wherever Stanley had wandered off to in that head of his.

“I’ll salvage what I can, but you might want to consider a haircut.” Ford said lowly, his nose scrunching at the poor state Stanley’s hair was in. Ford was as gentle as the knots allowed him to be, patiently untangling the less problematic wads with his fingers. “I could cut it for you. I’m no professional, but I have dabbled. I’m confident that I could do a medium length cut.”

“You… don’t want it long?” Stanley asked, his tone neutral in a way that was clearly intentional. However, Ford was a little preoccupied with recovering from the unexpected shock of getting a response to his mindless rambling, nearly overwhelmed with the inexplicable urge to cry. Stanley’s voice was rough from straining his vocal cords, but the soft rasp was like music to Ford’s ears.

“Do you want it long?” Ford countered as he dipped his hands into the dirty water to rinse the suds off, only slightly choked up. Unfortunately, Stanley only shrugged, which didn’t give Ford much to work with when it came to figuring out what Stanley actually wanted. He had only emerged from his numb haze after Ford had brought up the haircut, so did that mean he wanted to keep his hair long?

“To be completely honest, I’m not sure I can salvage your hair. Getting it cut would take care of the more stubborn knots as well as ensure that your hair is healthy. Then you can grow it out to the length you prefer.” Ford relayed, watching Stanley’s expression closely for any hint that his hunch had been right. Thankfully, confirmation came in the form of Stanley’s tense shoulders easing.

“M’kay.” Stanley mumbled, his eyelids drooping a little as he obediently tilted his head back so Ford could wash the discolored suds out of his hair, making the water in the tub even more murky. It would have to be drained and replenished before Ford addressed Stanley’s body, though most of the dirt and mystery fluids had already been rinsed off due to Stanley splashing himself as soon as he had climbed into the nearly scalding water.

“I remember usin’ this stuff as a teen.” Stanley tentatively commented, squinting at the bottle of shower gel that Ford had set aside. Meanwhile, Ford had paused as another puzzle piece smoothly slotted into place, his arm submerged in the cloudy water to blindly feel for the plug. Ford stored the information in his mental file on Stanley before resuming his current task, watching the dirty water swirl down the drain.

“We can share.” Ford assured, grabbing the bottle in order to pass it to Stanley, who eagerly accepted it so he could pop the cap and sniff it. Ford replugged the tub before fiddling with the knobs until the temperature was just right, letting the tub refill.

“Man, I missed this shit. Good quality for cheap.” Stanley grunted, a note of nostalgia in his voice as he set the bottle back on the lip of the tub with an amount of care that struck Ford as uncharacteristic. He was unsure of how he knew this, which seemed to be a recurring theme ever since that helmeted asshole showed up on his doorstep.

Though, as Ford watched Stanley practically melt into the steaming water, he had to admit that one good thing had come from the otherwise trying interaction.

“I don’t have much by way of groceries, so I’ll have to go shopping.” Ford said with a grimace, he had never enjoyed going into town. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Stanley home alone, but he didn’t want to prematurely expose Stanley to Gravity Falls either. Quite the dilemma. “In the meantime, does sandwiches and soup for lunch sound agreeable?”

“I’m fine with whatever.” Stanley murmured with a lazy shrug, cracking an eye open as Ford squeezed another pile of the shower gel onto a washcloth that Ford had dunked into the tub and wrung. Stanley’s keen eyes tracked Ford’s movements, the washcloth gently running over Stanley’s pale skin. He’d need at least fifteen minutes a day in the sun to get his tan back, and to promote the production of Vitamin D.

“You’ll need to be on a strict diet until we put some padding on you, you’re too skinny.” Ford stated when the silence began to creep up on him, crawling over his skin like thousands of tiny bugs and buzzing in his ears like a swarm. His mind went blissfully quiet when Stanley responded with a noncommittal hum, the skittering insects alleviated as the sound washed over him like a balm.

“We’ll build your muscles back up as well, if you're amenable.” Ford added, subtly aiming a sidelong glance at Stanley as he worked the washcloth up his brother’s arm, and was promptly rewarded with another low grunt of compliance. Ford almost felt light-headed with elation, reeling from the power and control that had been placed into his eager hands.

When Ford touched Stanley, he didn’t flinch away. When Ford spoke, Stanley answered. When Ford made a decision, Stanley agreed.

It was dizzying, the realization that he had sway over another person’s life. Stanley’s life in specific. His brother’s life. Stanley would let Ford take care of him, would let Ford decide what was best. And in return, Stanley would never want for anything ever again, Ford would ensure it. And even if Stanley did decide to be difficult someday, Ford would never dare to reprimand him for expressing his feelings.

“I’ll have to hire the Corduroy family to add another room for your workout equipment.” Ford said with a pleased smile, his free hand brushing Stanley’s hair off his shoulder so Ford could clean his collarbone and neck with the cloth that was in his other hand. Stanley helpfully tilted his head, exposing his vulnerable neck to Ford’s gentle ministrations.

“Could just workout outside.” Stanley drawled, twisting to lean against the lip of the tub so Ford could get to his other arm.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Stanley. What if it’s raining? Or snowing? Or cold? Having an indoor workout area is practical.” Ford tutted, taking the opportunity to scrub Stanley’s back, the man arching into the contact with a low, content sound that had Ford’s chest warming. As far as Ford was concerned if Stanley was happy, then so was he.

“If ya say so, bro.” Stanley sighed and Ford finally gave in to the desire to bump his forehead against Stanley’s temple, the man huffing in amusement but readily accepting the affection. Ford’s insides were writhing in excitement at the acknowledgement, something inside him settling as the title of ‘brother’ was freely given. Ford didn’t yet know if he was older or younger, but he didn’t care either way.

“Can you shift for me, please?” Ford asked softly, mentally adding a shave onto his to-do list for today when Stanley’s stubble scraped against his nose as Ford nuzzled him. Stanley adjusted his position, leaning back and sinking down in the tub until the water lapped at his chin before he offered one of his legs to Ford, correctly anticipating his intentions.

Ford started from the foot and worked his way up the leg, pausing at Stanley’s inner thigh in order to glance at him. They made eye contact and Stanley shifted, legs spreading wider to signal his consent, so Ford carried on. Stanley watched him through half-lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open. Ford couldn’t imagine how tired he must be, with the eventful morning that he’s had.

“Use the shower to rinse, then we’ll eat and you can nap until dinner. Sound good?” Ford chuckled, brushing wet strands of hair out of Stanley’s face, the man nodding with a sluggish blink. Ford unplugged the tub before curling his hands under Stanley’s elbows to help him stand up, pleased when Stanley let Ford support most of his weight for a few moments as he adjusted to being upright.

“I’ll fetch you some clothes. I won’t be far, just call for me if you need anything.” Ford urged, reluctantly relinquishing his grip on Stanley so he could mess with the knobs to get the shower going. Stanley even went as far as to shift in order to shield Ford from the spray, which was sweet but ultimately redundant considering that Ford’s sleeves and knees were already soaked.

“M’kay.” Stanley mumbled, ducking his head under the spray as he roughly ran his hands over his body to help rinse the suds off. Ford backed to the door, keeping his eyes on Stanley for as long as possible before he inevitably had to leave the bathroom, though he kept the door cracked so he could hear Stanley humming some song or another as he moved across the hall to their bedroom to rummage through his closet.

[ricou-tropez83]

Ce dimanche au Cap Taillat a Ramatuelle dans le sud de la France 🌞

[philoursmars]

Marseille, début janvier : une balade avec Philippe sur les îles du Frioul, dans le Parc National des Calanques.

L'île de Pomègues : à sa pointe sud, au delà de la batterie du Cap Caveaux (ou Cap Cavau), un chemin sillonne vers la Calanque des Cambrettes. Ici, deux oliviers (D'où viennent-ils ?) et quelques lentisques sont profilés par le vent quasi permanent (anémomorphisme)

[lepartidelamort]

Le pape anal est mort le lundi de Pâques, jour de l’anniversaire d’Adolf Hitler !

Résurrection annulée.

Et bien les dieux sont espiègles.

Le pape anal est mort le lundi de Pâques.

Pas de résurrection pour l’église de Bergogliologie !

On peut dire que Bergoglio aura considérablement accéléré la désagrégation de l’Église catholique, déjà très mal en point.

Il aura d’abord été le pape de l’invasion totale de l’Europe.

C’est celui qui, à Lampedusa, invita les migrants musulmans à rester fidèles au coran, dénonçant en parallèle les Européens qui refusaient la submersion de leurs pays.

En 2016, il organisa lui-même un pont aérien entre la Turquie et la Grèce pour accélérer l’implantation de ces musulmans.

On se rappelle de sa visite à Marseille où il accabla les derniers Blancs assiégés de la ville et appela le tiers-monde à parachever la conquête de la cité phocéenne, porte d’entrée de l’Afrique en France.

Bergoglio agissait de manière consciente. Il prenait ses libertés avec la doctrine catholique historique, suivant en cela le reste des prélats latino-américains.

Dès la première semaine de son pontificat, en 2013, il reçut des mains d’Adolfo Pérez Esquivel, agitateur de gauche argentin, une copie du Pacte des catacombes qui fut signé par une quarantaine d’évêques sud-américains le 16 novembre 1965 à Rome, peu avant la fin du Concile Vatican 2.

Il s’agissait d’opérer une révolution culturelle au sein de l’Église catholique pour l’ancrer dans le mouvement marxiste mondial et, affirmaient-ils, renouer avec l’Église des premiers siècles, foyer d’agitation sociale clandestin.

Le lieu n’était pas choisi par hasard, puisque, comme les premiers chrétiens dirigés par des juifs, le pacte fut signé dans les catacombes de Domitilla, à Rome. Il s’agissait de détruire l’ordre aryen en conspirant depuis les plus bas cercles de la société.

Affectionnant la proximité avec la gauche radicale, Bergoglio s’entretint de nombreuses années avec le journaliste marxiste italien Eugenio Scalfari auquel il indiqua par exemple que Jésus était « un homme, pas un dieu », développant au fil de ses échanges avec son interlocuteur une conception athée de l’histoire en tous points compatibles avec les grands principes du marxisme.

En ce sens, Bergoglio fit de nombreuses déclarations destinées à démolir ce qui restait des dogmes catholiques les plus anciens, proclamant par exemple que l’enfer n’existait pas.

En somme, il s’agissait de faire de ce qu’il restait de l’Église catholique un véhicule de l’internationalisme de gauche, les migrants servant de bélier à cette entreprise cosmopolite globale.

Fidèle à cette entreprise révolutionnaire, il s’en prit aussi à la famille, prêchant inlassablement la normalisation de l’homosexualité et des transexuels.

En 2023, il imposa la bénédiction des couples de sodomites.

Enfin, Bergoglio fut aussi un soutien farouche à Israël, en dépit de quelques critiques de pure forme.

Se rendant en Palestine occupée, il alla se prosterner sur la tombe de Theodor Herzl, père fondateur du sionisme.

On l’ignore trop, mais dès qu’il fut élu pape, il vécut sous le même toit qu’un rabbin argentin chargé de superviser toutes ses actions, Abraham Skorka.

On peut dire que Bergoglion incarnait parfaitement le judéo-christianisme militant.

Autant dire qu’au vu de ce qu’il incarnait, il avait toute l’admiration de la droite levantine.

Les frasques de Bergoglio vont indubitablement nous manquer.

Faisons toutefois confiance au Vatican : le cap est solidement fixé.

Ironiquement, le 21 avril est la date de la fondation de Rome par Romulus.

C’est le seul pape qui soit mort un 21 avril en 2000 ans d’occupation chrétienne de la capitale impériale.

Quel message de la part des dieux !

En ce 21 avril où le pape anal meurt à 88 ans – HH -, profitons-en pour souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire au Führer, le seul homme capable de défier la mort et d’inspirer les coeurs aryens par delà la tombe.

Démocratie Participative

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Prochaine vacances cap au sud

[swedesinstockholm]

5 avril

j'aimerais pouvoir instaurer un quota de temps de pensée quotidien consacré à un sujet. j'accorderais quinze minutes par jour au sujet r. par exemple, quinze minutes quotidiennes que j'aurais épuisées dès 8h15 du matin et hop je serais tranquille pour le reste de la journée. je lui ai parlé de pessoa et il m'a dit qu'en grand romantique il avait adoré le berger amoureux ou un truc comme ça, j'étais assise sur la marche devant la véranda au soleil et je me suis pris la tête dans les mains en gémissant. autre sujet: ce soir dans le train pour revenir de sète je parlais du sud avec maman, je disais que vivre ici était plus sain que vivre au luxembourg, et puis j'ai vu mon reflet dans la vitre avec ma casquette mes nouvelles lunettes de soleil et mon double denim et j'ai imaginé que c'était le reflet de mon moi d'ici. mon moi qui est là où elle est censée être.

6 avril

cet après-midi dans la voiture pour aller à pézenas je me disais que je devais rediriger mon énergie et remplacer r. par le sud de la france. ne plus tomber amoureuse que de territoires. me concentrer sur les arbres et les champs et les vignes qui défilent par la fenêtre ouverte de la voiture et le vent qui s'engouffre dedans et qui fait du bruit par dessus nostalgie et la colline de sète et celles d'agde et les bateaux qui rentrent dans l'hérault et ceux amarrés aux quais et sur le vocabulaire marin et le bruit des vagues sur la plage et l'odeur de marée et le pin du port de la pointe courte et les falaises du cap d'agde et les marais du bagnas et les flamants roses qui marchent avec la tête dans l'eau et les mouettes qui crient dans le ciel quand le soleil commence à se coucher. ne plus tomber amoureuse que de territoires et de littérature. j'ai trouvé la nouvelle édition décensurée de ravages dans une librairie à pézenas, le gros livre mauve qui trônait en exposition sur la table en ellipse de la librairie exc quand j'y avais lu géotropismes. maman me l'a acheté et je l'ai serré contre moi jusqu'à la voiture. autres cadeaux de la journée: une glace caramel beurre salé-chocolat à la mirondela, une vieille chemise de nuit à bords rouges que j'ai trouvée en triant des cartons chez mamie dans la pièce du fond, une bouteille de thé glacé rooibos-pastèque-menthe que h. avait déposée sur la table en bas parce que j'avais dit que j'adorais la bouteille rouge et rose quand on était chez elle.

ce matin j'étais encore en train de feuilleter le catalogue immobilier de sète et je me disais que quand je sortirais de ma non-vie, ce serait comme si je revenais de la mort. et quand on revient de la mort, tout est du bonus. quand on revient de la mort les choses sont moins graves et elles pèsent moins lourd, la gravité perd de son pouvoir, le centre de la terre n'a plus le même attrait. j'imagine. quand je reviendrai de la non-vie je veux faire les choses sans réfléchir. je sais pas quelle forme ça prendra de revenir de la non-vie, peut être que j'arriverai jamais à en sortir, mais dans ma tête ça va quand même finir par arriver.

8 avril

petit journal d'amour qui était caché dans ma banane toute la soirée d'hier dans les loges de la maison po��me puis sur mes genoux pendant ma discussion intime interminable avec r. assis sur l'accoudoir du canapé puis sur la banquette du bar avec l., d. et c. et les autres et enfin sous la pluie de bruxelles pour rentrer chez m. en chantonnant don't go wasting your emotions lay all your love on me toute seule dans les rues de st. gilles. au bar l. m'a dit qu'elle adorait ma banane et je l'ai ouverte pour lui montrer sa meilleure qualité: mon journal rentre dedans! et elle a dit c'est de là que viennent tes poèmes! elle a fait une remarque sur le pendentif en perles et j'avais envie de lui raconter l'histoire de r. qu'y a derrière mais c'était pas trop le moment. ils se sont rencontrés hier soir. j'étais en train de discuter avec l. et d. quand je l'ai vu accoudé au bar en train de discuter avec la serveuse mais j'ai fait semblant de pas le voir, jusqu'à ce qu'il se retourne et me voie. je lui ai pas sauté dans les bras comme dans mes fantasmes, je l'ai pas serré fort contre moi, j'étais trop timide, et lui aussi était timide, c'était un peu bancal, et puis l. a dit mais tu connais des gens ici! et je me suis rapprochée de lui en disant c'est mon seul ami. elle a demandé comment on s'était rencontrés et j'ai dit ici à la maison poème et on aurait dit que je racontais une histoire de rencontre amoureuse très romantique.

j'ai passé la soirée à discuter avec lui au lieu de me joindre aux autres. il parlait beaucoup et parfois je m'ennuyais et je me disais est-ce que je suis vraiment amoureuse de lui au point de me priver de discussions avec mes pairs poètes? visiblement oui. il m'a confié plein de trucs intimes sur ses névroses et j'ai remis les deux pieds en plein dans la delulu. j'ai de nouveau réussi à me persuader qu'il était juste terrorisé de m'avouer et surtout de s'avouer à lui-même qu'il avait des sentiments amoureux pour moi. je veux pas en démordre. il m'a confié qu'il aimerait avoir une expérience homosexuelle et je me demandais s'il me disait ça parce qu'il me prend pour une lesbienne et que donc il a moins peur d'être jugé. il m'a dit que ça coinçait encore un peu parce qu'il craignait le regard des autres mais ok OK non mais j'y crois pas, est-ce que je suis vraiment en train de parler de la sexualité de r. alors que hier soir j'étais de retour sur les planches, derrière un micro, j'avais de nouveau les genoux qui tremblaient mais à part ça j'étais archi à l'aise, même avec les gens, quand j'étais pas prise en otage par les états d'âme de r. j'étais avec l. et d. et c. et j'étais normale et l. était un coeur avec moi, je me sentais même presque jolie, je portais mon double denim de sète et j'étais bronzée de la mer mon amour merci ma peau coopératrice. r. m'a écrit que j'avais l'air dans un méga mood en rentrant et je sais pas trop ce que ça veut dire mais j'ai dit ça c'est parce que je reviens de la mer lol. j'allais pas lui dire que c'était à cause de lui. ça c'est parce que t'étais là r. la vérité c'est que j'étais pompée à bloc parce que j'avais des interactions sociales avec des gens qui n'étaient ni des retraités ni des gens de ma famille, j'ai rencontré des nouveaux gens cool j'étais dans mon monde et les gens m'aimaient bien ET j'étais contente d'être avec r. c'était tout ça à la fois.

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Asilah, notre dernière étape

Nous avons rejoint la côte atlantique et nous séjournons en pleine campagne "aux Figuiettes", à 50 km au sud de Tanger.

Nous explorons les environs qui se prêtent à la méditation (très grande salle de yoga avec vue circulaire sur la campagne et l'océan), et à la randonnée.

La plage du bout du monde en fin de rando, en contrebas des Figuiettes.

Une agréable surprise nous attend à la petite ville la plus proche. La médina d'Asilah est d'un blanc que ne renieraient pas les andalous, ce qui en fait son charme.

Cette petite ville est également connue pour son festival ( le Moussen culturel), qui convie des artistes à embellir les murs chaulés avec leurs fresques colorées.

La route de bord de mer nous emmène jusqu'au Cap Spartel, point le plus au nord ouest du continent africain.

Le Cap Spartel est le lieu de rencontre entre le bleu turquoise de la Méditerranée et le bleu cobalt de l'Atlantique.

Dans quel sens partirons-nous ? Réponse au prochain voyage !!

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cap de la chèvre/ camping les bruyères

Le temps de se rebadijonner de crème ( un peu perdue entre crème solaire , flekor et crème pour les pieds), la douce joie de remettre le sac à dos et nous voilà prête à attaquer la côte est...

Qui a dit qu'il pleuvait en Bretagne ?!? On est chanceuse du temps de la semaine avec 30 annoncé aujourd'hui,  il fait vraiment chaud, on se croirait dans le sud. Heureusement une pte habitation le long du GR à qui on demandera  de remplir nos gourdes.

On traverse de nouveaux paysages avec de nombreux pins et de belles criques dessinées par les falaises.

L'eau y est translucide...ça donne tellement envie d'y plonger: comme un air de méditerranée,certains le compare à la Corse. 

D'ailleurs, la carte nous indiquant une crique accessible, on s'est rajouté une belle descente et 103 marches à remonter pour se retrouver juste à 5m au dessus mais sans pouvoir y descendre.

Fallait accepter et finir les 2 derniers km! Des championnes, je vous le dis : même le gars  du camping a dit que dans ce sens, elle est très dure...

Encore une journée remplie de waouh waouh malgré les ouille ouille....je 

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Cafayate y Salta 🌵

Hola todos,

J'ai conscience d'être un peu moins régulière en ce moment mais on enchaîne pas mal ces derniers jours et je trouve moins le temps d'écrire.

Nous sommes arrivés à Cafayate le 7 mai, c'était notre dernière étape avant Salta. C'est un joli village avec une belle église et beaucoup de petits artisans. C'est également une des étapes de la fameuse boucle sud de Salta, un des deux circuits touristiques de la région.

Nous avons passé deux jours là-bas à flâner entre les échoppes et les petits bars. Au détour d'une rue nous sommes même tombés sur la boutique d'un vieux monsieur qui vendait de la vaisselle. J'en suis ressortie avec deux petites assiettes et l'histoire des dessins qui les ornaient contée par le vendeur. Charles, lui, a trouvé une tapisserie qu'il compte accrocher au mazot. 

En quittant Cafayate vers Salta, nous nous sommes promenés au sein de la Quebrada de las Conchas, l'ultime partie de la boucle sud avant l'arrivée à Salta. Entre roches aux milles couleurs, plaines rouges et désertiques et cactus, nous avons eu le vertige face à cette sublime immensité. Une chose est sûre : en Argentine on se sent minuscule.

Nous sommes arrivés à Salta un peu tardivement dans un appartement que nous avions loué pour l'occasion. La météo avait déjà commencé à se dégrader et elle annonçait de la pluie et du froid pour toute la semaine. Nous avons donc décidé d'attendre le retour des beaux jours avant de reprendre la route. Nous avons pu découvrir Salta sous toute ses coutures, cette ville qu'on surnomme "la linda" (la jolie). En effet, elle se démarque des autres villes argentines par son architecture coloniale et ses rues charmantes. C'était une super pause pour souffler un peu, même si ça a aussi été notre petit moment coup de blues et mal du pays (temps maussade oblige !).

Après cette petite semaine de repos nous avons mis le cap vers les Yungas, la partie jungle de l'Argentine. Je vous raconte cela dans le prochain post !

Besitos,

Luna

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Plévenon est située à quelques kilomètres au Sud du Cap Fréhel, dans les Côtes d'Armor. On y trouve la grande et belle Plage de la Fosse au sable fin et aux eaux translucides. 

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Plévenon is located a few kilometers south of Cap Fréhel, in the Côtes d'Armor. There we find the large and beautiful Plage de la Fosse with fine sand and translucent waters. 

 Musique : Deep Water - Edgar Hopp - Epidemic Sound

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Beaucoup de route pour rejoindre le sud du Portugal, dans des paysages de plus en plus arides, au milieu des chênes-lièges, des oliviers et des eucalyptus.

Au niveau du Cap Saint-Vincent (tout en bas à gauche), nous enchaînons quelques plages et points de vue.

Arrivés à Lagoa, nous nous posons un peu dans le camping où nous resterons trois nuits.

08/08

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CAP AU SUD.

Les Sables d'Olonne.

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(oups ! Oubli de texte !) :

Marseille en février. Avec Laurent et sa femme, Anne-Sophie, on fait une excursion aux Îles du Frioul.

Nous voilà maintenant sur l'île de Pomègues, au sein du Parc National des Calanques. Ici, à l'extrémité sud, la batterie du Cap Cavau (ou Cap Caveau ou Cap Caveaux ! ), et ses tags

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🌊Experience the powerful winds at the farthest southwestern point of Portugal and mainland Europe, at Cape St. Vincent. It's truly a place worth recommending!

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🇫🇷Découvrez les vents puissants au point le plus au sud-ouest du Portugal et de l'Europe continentale, au cap Saint-Vincent. C'est vraiment un endroit à recommander !

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