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Forgiving yourself with Pope Francis and another poem part two
Reading the Pope’s The Name of God is Mercy, came after a lineup of other “self-help” books, which, though interesting, had all left me unsatisfied…
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Three months ago, the Pope died. He had risen from his illness, wished everyone “Buona Pasqua”, then he died. He had picked some moment, or…
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“Stella, leave.”“Leave Stella, I will kill you.” This is the opening of the final scene of Stella, the 1955 film from Greek director Mihalis Kakoyannis,…
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For some time now, I haven’t been into recipes that much. I mean food recipes, but maybe it’s been a metaphor for the other recipes…
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Maybe it is my pre-carnival mood. The diamond grid. It reminds me of Italian commedia dell’arte. Carnival Venice style. Puppets, masks, the mysterious eyes behind.…
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In the early days of January, I had a little French adventure in Amsterdam. I am not French, but I do feel related to them,…
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Recently, my wonderful Brazilian friend gave me Monsieur Big mascara for my birthday. It came in a black and stiletto pink carton box, Sex and…
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I haven’t told you yet about a friend of mine, a beautiful lady, happy, light, colourful. She has lived a life full of beautiful people…
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I had grown tired, so tired in fact that my back didn’t function any more. At all. I was familiar with my back problems and…
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I had forgotten about oats. That is, not really forgotten. I had just not thought about them for some time now. Summer had arrived–oats can…