Midnight. I finished listening to “Space Oddity”, and went to bed nostalgic. My wife was in Orlando. I was alone, with my thoughts, memories. The last image before falling asleep was, maybe, I think, of a terrible flu that I got that season. I woke up because a soft, delicious voice whispered in my ear:… Continue reading The Ghost of Winter Past
I like the silhouettes of the buildings in Manhattan. I like to imagine my father’s life among those skycrappers, the heart of the city beating with different paces under the shroud of different times. Gershwin is always present, it does not matter the year or the season, and one thing is also constant: the predominance… Continue reading Manhattan Dark
To Charlotte, who shared with us this part of her life... The day after Thanksgiving we went to walk around a lovely park that was in the neighborhood. The time was cold, the floor was covered by a mantle of leaves, and the colors of fall were vanishing because an early winter weather hit the… Continue reading A walk in black and white
It has been a while since the last time I uploaded some photos to the blog. I have been taking pictures since the last time I posted up my explorations in the New York summer of 2017. But sometimes, especially in the times we are currently living in this world, our spirit calls us for… Continue reading Autumn in my Soul.
There were sounds, so gentle, so quiet, too close to the sound of silence. Some barking dog over there, maybe a solitary noise of a motor, far away, diminishing every minute, until its dissipation in the air, as a pale color on a canvas, turning almost white. The night progressed slowly, charged by dark hues… Continue reading Clank in the morning