My memory’s fading. You tell me what’s real. My story began long before my remembrance. My remembrance was as long, as winding as a dirty country road. I told you my story, but was it really the objective one? I remember the day when someone brought quinces and put them on the table. Against a dark […]
Come over. I will take out the best china, The one you gave me as a present Precisely twenty-five years ago The one I had placed in the cupboard made of rosewood To remind me of the frailty of men’s promises… …carried by wind… by carelessness and immaturity… But, do come over. I will place […]
Write me a letter. The letter in which you could tell me The things you haven’t told me for time was running out … The letter I’d been waiting for several decades in the borrowed dreams, in the borrowed and rented mornings in the empty rooms without letter boxes … Write me a letter. I’ve […]
The most unusual name she had. It was Hortensia. I mean, it was unusual for this part of the world, maybe somewhere else it would have been perfectly – common. Maybe somewhere else, where people didn’t care as much about words and their meaning as they cared in this very perfect place. She was a […]
My face is an honest map of my Grins and sorrows, Of all my wins and losses, My anticipations hidden in the alleys Under my seemingly placid eyes My face is a map Navigated without a compass Without patience: Uncombed, Unwashed, Raw and Plain A map of Lost and found A keyhole for a non-existent […]
Cancer is a disease of the cells. It is a chronic, metabolic, systemic, nutritional deficiency, which allows healthy cells to proliferate. It is primarily a stress- related problem. Here is the question we like to get a right answer to: How can we protect ourselves against foreign substances such as carcinogens? Carcinogens, cancer producing agents, […]
We were sitting at the table having breakfast. Father said: “I have something to tell you…Simona’s pregnant…” upon delivering this sentence his face had become as red as if he had said something very shameful. The very same redness spilt over mother’s face, her neck, even her hands became red and sweaty and her fingers […]
She called the lump in Her breast ‘a black pearl’, She called her Mother to nurse Her in the darkest hours, She called memories of the three men She loved at different times of Her life to draw the parallels between seemingly similar situations of betrayal. Who is going to betray Her, who is going to stay…?