A wise owl

Photo by Petr Ganaj on Pexels.com I trust what he says, and you must admit, these days, trusting what anyone says is rather unusual. Our sad truth is that we are surrounded by constant lies, wherever we turn, whenever it is. This is the spectacle, aggravated a thousand times. So, now, I only listen to … Continue reading A wise owl

Nostalgy

It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it ever real, the long stairway, the high ceiling, the flowers on the balcony, the canal. The … Continue reading Nostalgy