So long, Mom

Nothing has changed at home: The same furniture in the same place, the same books in the shelves, even the last flowers we bought for her, still fresh in a vase on the table. But suddenly everything is kind of strange. She isn’t there any more. She’s gone for ever. Her smiling look, is not there any more greeting me from her wheelchair, now abandoned. With her has gone all the room’s life, all the home’s life....

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In memoriam
Aug16

In memoriam

    My mom passed away last Sunday night. She was 97. She had a lucid mind till the end, but his body was battered by a brain stroke five years ago and since then she couldn’t move the left side of her body. Since then my life was devoted to take care of her. She was a brave woman. She had lived many difficult situations in her life. Persecuted under the communist regime in Yugoslavia after the WWII because of her...

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The little wooden Carousel
Aug08

The little wooden Carousel

Every year, in autumn, there is a medieval fair in my quarter: the old city of Pamplona . In my square, they arrange attractions for kids, among others a wooden carousel, which works with a system of dented wheels, rollers and levers, handled by a man instead of a motor powered machinery. The horses and carts are simple-crafted, and the seats have sheep’s wool to become more comfortable. The carousel is pretty slow but the kids...

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To my father

We have already come a long way By different paths. You already in the final homeland. Me, wandering hesitantly By these rough roads. And I still look for you In a forgotten corner, Behind a half-open door, To ask you that advice You never denied me. But is not there where I find you. There, only memories live Treasured with care unchangeable. Life dwells in other places. You come to me suddenly. When I least expect you Knocking...

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The broken ring
Jan09

The broken ring

It looked old, dusty and without value when she saw it for the first time. But soon she knew it was a treasure that shined timidly in its threadbare black velvet little bag. It was a little golden ring wrought in an ancient style, with a solitary and very shiny grey stone wich had a little corner damaged. in the inside of the ring she saw engraved her name, again in ancient letters and a date: 1780. Her father gave it to her in her...

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