If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. I do not need you to learn about the past, and I do not trust you. As for the future, you are … Continue reading This is Your Life #DailyPrompt #faith
Love
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the year of forgiveness and love Image: Edouard Boubat - Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris, 1952, via http://oldalbum.tumblr.com
New project, another city #amwriting
We look at the maps, we search for the ideal nest - a place where to love and write... So we are in planning mood, drawing budgets, counting miles, making lists. Much to do in-between, we don't want time to fly too quickly. We want to walk along those streets, retracing our steps, pausing at the … Continue reading New project, another city #amwriting
#VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday
I will never know if you remember, wherever you are now. It was already autumn, and the chill in the air reminded us that soon the cold winds would sweep through the plains and our city. We stopped the car, I wanted to take a picture of you: I wanted to stop the clock, capture … Continue reading #VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday
#VisDare 113: Limbo
Is this rock my last prison on earth, is this solitude my punishment, this rain my future? The rain won't stop, as the poet once said: it rains in my heart as it rains on the city, the city where we once lived... This deluge is not only for me: it is for all those lost … Continue reading #VisDare 113: Limbo
Of Fred and Sarah, #quote from Julian Barnes “Levels of Life”
The next evening, he watched her performance, came to her dressing room, and saw many of the same faces. He made sure to pay proper attention to Mme Guérard: having been in foreign courts before, he knew to recognise the power behind the throne. Soon - much sooner than the fiercest optimism could have imagined … Continue reading Of Fred and Sarah, #quote from Julian Barnes “Levels of Life”
#FiveSentenceFiction: Bubbles
In the silent house she sits, and thinks of you, writes a letter - which you will never receive. Long ago you met, and you loved, in the silent house - and then you left. Her, in her poor, wounded heart, she cannot leave - she lives in the bubbles of her memories, for you … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Bubbles
Blackwidow #WritersWednesday #mourning #fifty
We were here, together, not long ago, and you said you liked the place. Restful and quiet, you said. And now, watching the fresh grave, my eyes dry, I am wondering if you really left. And she, silent, black-clad, is already in mourning, perhaps your true widow, unlike me, faithful...
#Promptbox: Clouds
Since they’d settled in the city, by now he has almost forgotten when that was, he rarely thinks of the old town. Only in Spring, as the resurgence of colours, the clothes of women in the street, and the smiles on children’s faces, made him long for a past of peace and smallness, when himself … Continue reading #Promptbox: Clouds
#VisDare 87: Elite
The ferns have grown around it, without knowing it is there, it must be difficult to find. In the midst of the forest, our beloved world, where we were blessed by our human love: it is a small monument, to that that could not survive us, Except once we changed, Into the ghosts that now haunt … Continue reading #VisDare 87: Elite
Of Glass & Paper 