The mirror

“You look ghastly,” said the mirror on the wall. “Good morning to you, too,” I replied. “You look pale!” shouted the mirror. “Do I?” I asked surprised rather than offended by the mirror’s rude comments.  “Indeed,” it replied barely acknowledging me. “I still have my hair,” I saying trying to joke. “Your hair is grey,”…

Sakura: Japanese cherry blossoms

Today I wanted to share a drawing of the seasonal flower: Sakura 🌸 The famous Japanese cherry blossoms. Believe me when I tell you that there’s a little, or not so little, army of enthusiastic amateur photographers, such as myself, taking great photos, I mean, those photos are winning contest-quality, and because I also had…

Chopin

Music moves my poor writing skills, I know I’ll never be a Shakespeare, a Cervantes or a Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who made the world spin around Macondo, and that’s alright. We are all unique in this world, and we can’t repeat someone else’s path.  But I when listen to Chopin something is triggered inside me. …

Rain

Tonight, it started raining suddenly. And in the blink of an eye, the sky broke into thousands drops that showered us all, making us shiver and looked for refuge in the busy streets of this metropolis. I ran trying to scape it. But it was in vain, my clothes resembled the wet streets, and my…

Found the lost

Kuro, the hero I look at the screen in utter horror. The draft of my newest novella “The nun and the prostitute” is gone.My brain is screaming thousand swearing words unknown to me, “How do I know so many bad words,” I ask to myself.My shaking hands type again, and error comes out like the unavoidable…

A father: A hero

Some call him a father, some call him a hero, some call him a savior. Whatever our views on Chiang Kai-shek, arriving at his mausoleum was an impressive experience. You see the lights, the people, feel the liveness that floats in the air, and smiles at the joy that travels from heart to heart in…