Wednesday pondering – on happiness

It’s raining – hasn’t rained for a while now and only those of you who’ve gone through extensive drought will understand the olfactory climax given by the petrichor rising :). Add to that a mild breeze fluffing the window curtains, a cup of coffee and the sound of Rachmaninoff, and there you have a slice … Continue reading

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on the seashore lay the mermaid

on the seashore lay the mermaid, each scale of hers a poem, each flounder of her tail a mast for thoughts, counting silent the grains of sand swallowed with greed by the sea smelling like algae and understanding in a glimpse that the time when the fear of her song used to sway ships like … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on nothing

I wanted to start writing my today’s “pondering” earlier, but I couldn’t. Not that anything prevented me from doing so – but I just…didn’t know what to write about. You know that kind of days when you’re being asked “what happened to you today” and you say “nothing”? Well, that’s what pretty much my case … Continue reading

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walk

sunlight crucified on pebbles flaunts its fluidity shamelessly – the shade of my sole briefly kisses it, rearranging randomly the photons playing hide-and-seek behind the specks of dust… strange paths i walk sometimes, like this one. i pace it tracing unwillingly its stony lifeforms in search of seeds of clay worthy of remembering. so rare … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on blood

Today was blood day for me. First the sunrise. I woke up at 5 a.m. and due to that I got to admire a bleeding horizon, absolutely splendid. Of course, all sunrises are spectacular and most of them are red and impressive and so on. But this one came more like a prelude of all … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on bonsais

I saw a bonsai tree earlier. Exquisitely arranged, perfect in its appearance. I admired it in awe, and then a thought crossed my mind and I couldn’t get rid of it: what exactly was it that I admired in a mutilated tree? The art of “educating” a plant to grow according to our own will? … Continue reading

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grazed, words

grazed, words lay on paper like ice flowers born from the winter of silence – if you touch them, they melt and gather their water on your skin and on your thought, trying desperately to trickle within, at warmth. otherwise, forgotten by you and by me and by others like us, they evaporate slowly in … Continue reading

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