poetry, Travel and Life Journals


  This evening I feel myself one of the millions trying to reconcile their dreams with a blank page. The real surprise grown- ups face every year, this is it: a book crammed with multiple genres that opens one page a day. The main catch is that no one promised the surprise to be a… Continue reading Reconciliation

Open Talks, Travel and Life Journals

Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics

"Santa exists, but he definitely doesn't bring presents!"  - I was all of a sudden struck by the philosophical repercussions from this remark of an 11 year-old student of mine. What a way to rephrase the eternal grown-up complaint of existence! And then, suddenly, in a typically adult postscriptum of self-doubt: "He exists, doesn't he?"… Continue reading Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics

Travel and Life Journals

The Fifth Anniversary

Five years ago today, I made my way home across 8000 km of sky, land, and ocean. I'd been away for 12 years. I sat suspended, tasting the feel of Time on my lips, looking down at retreating lands veiling a future being minutely drawn over with dense cloud coverage. I was but a somnambulist… Continue reading The Fifth Anniversary

Travel and Life Journals

Flesh of a shadow. 1

1. From a distant memory there appeared to me a vision of two paths. As if there had never before been a question of going on, going upward - only to the left or right of a wide, often besanded, open main road - paths which later had come to remind me of the two ways of Proust's childhood. Burning and exhausting in the midday sun, the right, leading into and through a golden field aflame ,into the cool shades of… Continue reading Flesh of a shadow. 1