Society is every contact between one person and another. All the events, past and future, that come about because two people cross paths.
from What You Are Looking For Is in the Library by Michiko Aoyama
I’m sitting on the sofa in a floral dress, but wrapped in a blanket. I don’t really feel like going out; clouds are enveloping me, even though it’s Resurrection. So I force myself to poke my nose out. I put on my coral jacket. After all, my city is always waiting for me.
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On Thursday afternoon, I enter the tenement house at Ruska 46A/101 in Wrocław, intending to visit the BWA Gallery. However, on the ground floor, my attention is drawn to the glass door and the sign “Toy Piano Gallery”. I open it and suddenly my breath is taken away. I can see several hundred small upright pianos and grand pianos. They look ancient. And, in contrast, to my left, the innovative Cristal Baschet with its large yellow tubes – its eyes.
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Is loneliness the color blue? I wonder this on the blue tram number 18 when I travel to Popowicki Park in Wrocław.
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Is sadness blue? Can you hear it at Shinjuku station in the heart of Tokyo? Or does it become a leaf in the ginkgo avenue? Does it always hurt? It’s impossible to capture. Because it likes to hide in a song, or warm up when we drink cold coffee from a can. It’s a part of our lives. And according to writer Nanae Aoyoma, it can also be cheering.
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Continue reading(…) my memory
if I don’t keep you in it
we will disappear forever
from song “disappearing”
On Valentine’s Day, the sun woke up earlier than a week ago. As usual, I peeked through the blinds right after waking up and saw the blue sky was brightening. And thanks this miracle I had more energy.
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Tears well up in my eyes. I feel like I’m hiding somewhere, like a nine-year-old Raj. Meanwhile, I check the map to see where Mapou is, and then Beau-Bassin. I discover that trams run through this city today.
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The waves are rough on the coral beach today. They crash joyfully against the rocks after yesterday’s full moon. Children run, jump, and burst with laughter. The sky is a fantastic blue.
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‘I can be with life just as it is.’
I wake up in the morning and peek through the blinds to see what color the sky is today. It’s usually black at 4:30am But on Saturday, it’s the color of denim. Then it dissolves into a bluish gray. And before 10:00, the white blue shimmer.
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The Criollo is a horse from the Pampas, the vast, grassy, and fertile plains in the heart of Argentina. A symbol of freedom, independence, and endurance. For such were the Gauchos – nomadic horsemen from the Pampas. Today, they are ghosts who have left behind a lasting cultural myth in Argentina. A mysterious country with the emotionality and elegance of tango.
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