He has been in so many places, but he is amazed when he discovers that she has too. Delighted, they start talking at once about their various experiences. As the days start getting longer, they walk, and talk, then go to his small room to continue their conversation. She’s in love with Italian cities, Verona, … Continue reading Before Dawn
Travel
Fantasy #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt As they prepared to leave and go home - a long way away - they started fantasising... There would be an island, a secret garden, a view over the old church, new colours and space for dreaming and loving. Perhaps even a shortcut to the lake from their porch? They would … Continue reading Fantasy #writephoto
Vista #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "Soon we will be back, walking those hills, and finding ourselves, again." It's true, she thought, life is an eternal come back. Simply, we change, not the hills, not the sky. Only us grow old. Or it feels like it. So, we will have to rewrite the story, or is it … Continue reading Vista #writephoto
Partir?
How to leave the city? Setting aside the why (perhaps one day?) how is the question. Maybe the correct answer is: we don't, ever, we may be elsewhere, but our minds and hearts stay here. Maybe we'll reminisce, as Frederick writing to Voltaire, much, much later (in fact many wars and forty years later) … Continue reading Partir?
Guests of young Frederick of Prussia
From: the Bolivian orchestra stranded in a German Castle "The breathing techniques required to play these instruments for a few hours put you in a kind of trance," says Miguel Cordoba, who plays the siku flute. But as soon as the rehearsal finishes they are all too aware of how their life has changed. … Continue reading Guests of young Frederick of Prussia
Reaching #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "So we are back", you said in a tone of voice void of emotions. But I knew better: "back" meant we had failed, together, to adapt to a different life, to create the new, to be reborn. Yet this was our home, the naked ground where we belonged. Even the barren … Continue reading Reaching #writephoto
Of a broken box and a small town
In the past two weeks my writing output (I did not want to say "literary") was badly affected by the collapse of my old Mac, bought in 2009. This was the tool for my writing before and after a first (disk) failure, back in 2018. I was then lucky enough to find a local expert … Continue reading Of a broken box and a small town
Rooted #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "We have been here before today, haven't we?" The question was directed to me, yet I wondered who the "we" included. I guessed perhaps not me, or not just me. For I never was here, on my own or alone with her, but it might have been in a group, in … Continue reading Rooted #writephoto
Bright #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Often we walked in those woods, you and me, when the bluebells shone, and the sky reminded us that Easter was close by. Today, the air is clear, the ground soft to our feet, as it was then. "What is the difference?" we could ask. But we don't. We both know. … Continue reading Bright #writephoto
Onward #writephoto
Onward We stop at the top of the small hill, and look down at the road meandering away from us. The bikes lie on the short grass, next to tall poles that remind us that, here, the snow can erase everything, and level the landscape, but we are too early for it. The air … Continue reading Onward #writephoto
