one way or the other alone or with others we are walking
going to the sea
I run, but a little slower
with hope, blue like the sky that
maybe nothing will change too quickly
I've been writing since I could write. Letters of the alphabet, then words, sentences, numbers, assignments, essays, research projects, messages, letters. I have written lectures, syllabus, presentations to be delivered at conferences, scientific articles. I write stories, poetry, observations and reflections that I share with others and others, that I keep for myself and yet... I always wonder about the source of this infinite need to grab a pen and wonder who I would have been if I had been born in a civilization that didn't not have this form of expression.
making time stop by stopping for a moment to be on the beach