Light up the candle, light the stove. Autumn is here, finally. Wait for some rain now. Thunders and lightning, raining cats and dogs. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Eat a biscuit or two. The name of the candle is ginger tea. It’s burning bright red with a hint of ginger and caramel. Wait till… Read More Night owl
I’m drawn to you. Early morning, a bit chilly wind and fresh air. You, alone, on your own. There, in the corner, looking down, smoking. I see you there and I’m just drawn to that direction. Wherever you are. I walk around. I try to avoid your presence. But how can I? You are there.… Read More drawn
There were flowers and old lettersThere was sunshine and bright colorsThere I was waiting for theeStaring at the gate for eternity.
We build or burn bridges out of plain words. Words – which can be interpreted in any way we want them to be – do not have much choice but to obey. Was it this? Was it that? Am I understood? Do I deserve it? Is it a joke or just an insult?This bridge exemplifies… Read More Bridge of Sighs-Ponte dei Sospiri
Days later we came to realize that it was inevitable. This was real – our dream. This was our future together. Bright skies and marshmallow clouds, birds chirping over our heads and us living in that greenery, far away from uninvited crowds… That was quite a dream we had – it almost seemed real.I saw… Read More Inevitable