Category Archives: PIctures and Stories

Good Bye

I whispered softly in her ear and thanked her for being brave in this, her world, that we have destroyed one blow at a time. She didn’t answer, …but she held on tight to her tree just waiting for the … Continue reading

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Arrival of Paradise

And finally in a rainy night, Swiftly, paradise came.     Jorge Zea

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Waiting for the Parade

We grew up! …happily we found each other and without noticing, we grew wings. We flew and flew throughout the world looking at landscapes and characters with smiles and with tears. We were art. We were part of a parade … Continue reading

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Tears

…and three days later all had been eaten by the hawk. Jorge Zea

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Bicycle

This bicycle, silent witness of my afternoon rides along the beach. Summer here brings afternoon rain, but this only encourages my rides. There is a smell of iodine because of the seaweed dying on the sand and of wet earth. … Continue reading

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The Prince

He sells cheap Jamaican merchandise at street fairs. …and Bob Marley t-shirts. I imagine the long dreadlocks bundled under his turban and I hear his soft voice almost like an ancient Jamaican whisper. He lost his sense of smell after … Continue reading

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The Bard

The Bard Since he was a kid, at school, they accused him of irrational and crazy. He read the Greeks in rigorous order and Esopo’s fables. He learned mathematics with Pythagoras and physics with Einstein without using a calculator. When … Continue reading

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In Silence

…and yet at school he sat quietly in a corner.

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Agnes

Agnes Agnes wakes up every morning very early with the sun. She looks all day through her window on the second floor of the old building. The building is being demolished in a couple of months and she already knows … Continue reading

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Playing with Daisies

Playing with Daisies I had gone through seven Daisies already when I realized that it would always end in “she loves me”.      

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