My sparrow

My sparrow

My sparrow is quite common: Bouncy, happy and elusive. Plays hide and seek among the branches braiding the four corners of my square. Calls me with the singing of a childish laugh, and it disappears leaving me alone, searching for its improbable shadow. I want to be...
The familiar sea

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 thru the well-known old streets to the beach, where I could feel the mediterranean sea kissing my...

Cry and laugh

Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong). My mom was crying and I was looking at her helplessly, heart-broken. I had no idea...
Scroll Up