A big gig with all our friends from Kampot and elsewhere !
Conrad
Ben
mardi 16 octobre 2012
16 October Jam' Pot . . .
Conrad
Ben
jeudi 26 juillet 2012
SHARKY Phnom Penh July
Kampot Pepper 's Band in P.P !
With our friends : Shawn on the guitar,
Pops on the bass
and off course Johan on the drum !
Join by Keny , great guitar player.
Sharky' bar one of the oldest bar with Live Music in P.P !
And a good evening for this young lady's birthday !
Let 's go for the show !!!
Pops on the bass
and off course Johan on the drum !
And a good evening for this young lady's birthday !
vendredi 29 juin 2012
dimanche 1 avril 2012
Photo exhibition by Sophie
Many thanks to Sophie !
To leave is running away from and jumping into.
It’s a long circumambulation until reaching the inner self, a straight line to the others.
To leave is to light one’s back and soul, to refuse to
carry the superfluous, either onward or inside.
It’s to have only one’s flesh to protect and to give, triple flesh, bones, smile and soul.
To leave is believing that difference still exists, that the conditioning and the uniformity of common living hasn’t stained everything yet.
To leave is to get lost until we forget our own shapes, to then rebuild and redraw us infinitely.
To leave is to admit that we know nothing, and that we’ll have to relearn everything.
By train, by bus or by foot, to leave is to run for the debris of our dreams…
To leave is running away from and jumping into.
It’s a long circumambulation until reaching the inner self, a straight line to the others.
To leave is to light one’s back and soul, to refuse to
carry the superfluous, either onward or inside.
It’s to have only one’s flesh to protect and to give, triple flesh, bones, smile and soul.
To leave is believing that difference still exists, that the conditioning and the uniformity of common living hasn’t stained everything yet.
To leave is to get lost until we forget our own shapes, to then rebuild and redraw us infinitely.
To leave is to admit that we know nothing, and that we’ll have to relearn everything.
By train, by bus or by foot, to leave is to run for the debris of our dreams…
To
deduct the instant, the only precious thing that really belongs to
us, and rebuild our unity.
Translation
by Stan Khan for Sophie . . .
Sophie :
jeudi 23 février 2012
Juggling by Damien.
Damien is travelling every years for a few months.
But the young french guy fell in love with Kampot . .
and became our friend .
His favorite drink is PICON beer !
See you again my friend.
But the young french guy fell in love with Kampot . .
and became our friend .
His favorite drink is PICON beer !
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