My experiences with horses have not really been much satisfactory. The first time I went horseriding was in Sant Cugat, near my town, which is actually quite close to Barcelona. I was with a group of friends. The horses were coming back after the first afternoon ride, where another group of people had just been… Continue reading On Horses
“I want a romantic nonexistent hero”, wrote poet Sylvia Plath in her journal. As soon as Selina read this she felt it spoke to her. Yes, she projected this idea of a romantic hero onto Ian and became incessant (indesinenter in ancient Latin). She almost began to stalk him somehow. No, she does not like… Continue reading Never Again A Would-be Stalker
In this silent night the ripples of the lake come and go like sisters Left and Felt who intermingle in our ephemeral lives where all seas and mountains finally meet, where tomorrow’s already today’s yesterday of three women I encountered in their journey. The first, Laura, began to speak of Left and Felt: Two concise… Continue reading Left and Felt: Three Abnormal Women?
Classes have just finished. After this meeting we will all return to our homes. Another long day’s work. Now I think I would go to the Moments café-restaurant which, by the way, is called as my blog here. Wouldn’t it be great to honor this place as there is such a connection? However this will… Continue reading The Teacher Meetings in My Moments
“Did you read it?” Ismael said. “Yes, you mean this article called The lack of gentle platonic touch by Mark Greene,” said Fèlix. “Yes, she also sent me the link per Whatsapp. It was good to practice my English. It made me think about our society’s values and especially about the role of men. Our… Continue reading Too much repression for nothing
These Advent days are busy for the Poor Clare nuns in the convent because it is prayer time. Unless there is something absolutely urgent silence is required and they will not answer any calls from the outside. Then there is also the cake preparation. Selling cakes is a good source of income and all the… Continue reading Hawaiian dolls
Part 2 Kyrta’s mother had written a long text to be read at the ceremony. Nonetheless she said she was unable to read it aloud. Kyrta knew no one else would be able to do it. The text was all about her father’s life story. It seemed so important for her to pay him this… Continue reading The final departure 2/2