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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Category Reflections
The Perfect Time for Sadness
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.
Continue readingRays of sunshine for You
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.
Continue readingMeditation with a swollen cheek
‘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.
Continue readingArgentine Short Films
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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Translating Sibylle Baier’s Songs
–Sybille Baier from Stuttgart was 20 years old, had a difficult life, and was prone to depression when she recorded 14 songs for herself, which she claims saved her life. She packed up those tapes and moved on to the family life, forgetting about them – Daria Danuta Lisiecka says in her program “Wyczytane do Białości” on Radio z Qltura.
Continue readingFox in my garden
5:35 a.m. The fox turns to me his pointed muzzle and staring at me from ten feet away, like all the wildlife nature trying to survive in this city.
Continue readingLisbon Longing
We are sitting again on the celadon green chairs on the cobblestone sidewalk. Sunlight filters through the window of the local café, Despensa N.6. For breakfast, gluten-free pancakes with peaches or buckwheat bread with Flamengo cheese. Everything is Lisbon.
Continue readingA walk at home in Galway
On the following Sunday in February, birds chirp over the city. Although I don’t see them at all because I walk a shortcut through the bus station. People spill out into Eyre Square. And I’m finally wearing a denim jacket, this one lined with fur.
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