To my Mom
Every nightI dream that I can’t reach youwhen you start the tripthat has set us apart. In my sore throatremain the questionsthat I never ask youand the beat of your
My little Christmas
I have put the nativity scene on the fireplacewithout forgetting the mutilated sheepthat are standing thanks to the mossin which they sink their remaining legs. The memories and emotions pile
The familiar sea
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
A Croatian Christmas song
Here I leave you a Musical Christmas Card. It’s a traditional Croatian carol we used to sing every Christmas Eve after midnight Mass. It is a lullaby to the child
First Christmas exiled
Christmas is coming. A time full of poetry. My parents spent 12 years forcefully separated because of the persecution against Catholics by the communists in Eastern Europe. When they reunited
CFFC: Future nostalgic
Cee asks us to dig in our archives and find pictures that we made in the past and now make us nostalgic I have selected a few made all with
Angela
She traveled every day through the most beautiful places on earth with her eyes avid of the new colors nature always offers fresh and different to her lovers. Often she
The meadows of Urus
The road ended at the fence of the front garden of the old house my father had found to spend our summer holidays. It was the best he could afford
A memorable interview
I love music. I studied piano, and I have been a music teacher for kids in a primary school. But I wanted to become a journalist, so I continued my