Strange Autumn

Strange Autumn

the trees knowthat they have to dieto the spring blossomwhen their time comes. no matters ifcrazy weatherresurrects summerin October. The heat can deceivethe lost soulswho only lookthe thermometers of life. But time moves onrelentless without stoppingto rest on an...
I love pretty shoes

I love pretty shoes

Isn’t pretty? Yes I do. I love pretty shoes. I can’t wear them too much because of my balance problems, but I love them and now and then I can’t resist the temptation and I buy a pair of them, colourful and funny. They lift my spirits because when I...
Phase

Phase

This morning I’ve met with a group of old friends to have a coffee and chat a little about whatever was going on in our lives. But they only wanted to gossip about funerals, deceased people, illness and things like that. I tried to talk about other happier...
Beach

Beach

Ocean Beach, San Francisco, seventeen years ago. That place was then the escape valve of my stress, the confidant of my sorrows and joys, the scenery of my solace. Yes. Those were wonderful and difficult years at the same time. I was far away from home, trying to heal...
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