So near, so far
separated by small distances on the ground
and infinite spaces of heaven,
we can never touch them.
Unless one of us does not fall on the other.
Then stooping age gradually
in the mad hope that maybe one day ...
Stories
I write words and stories to tell. I
crowd in my head all day while cycling along the
quarter of an hour's drive that separates me from the office.
But instead of cheerful spring on the keys of this computer,
hang up the narrow plots of the time that I have to sit here
to tell.
story short, very short. But that require concentration and clarity.
That unfortunately do not have that now.
settle for the time of this image stolen from Genoa.
The stories will come.
Different Viewpoints
A Slow Awakening
I let the boat take off a little bit alone
to see how far he could go.
on autopilot.
Now I came back the urge to take up the oars. To look
scan the horizon and the compass.
Let's see where you can get.