Two years ago, I read “The subtle art of not giving a fuck”. The idea was to stop tormenting on things that didn’t matter, or at least had no utter importance. Like worrying over what to tell your aunt who is hospitalized for eating candy, you should only be concerned about being there for her! … Continue reading I READ “THE SUBTLE ART OF NOT GIVING A F**K”, AND I GAVE A FUCK
Love you to the moon and back!
It is the first time cuddles that count in the whole story. The ideas of long term still seem blurry, but defined is the hope to be. My guess: because the start freaks out both parties. The intense love at first sight is overrated but the shallow feeling of wonder and desire and mixed thoughts … Continue reading Love you to the moon and back!
What I think about Magic
I wanted to set my memories down on paper, where I can hold them. You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by the silver filaments of … Continue reading What I think about Magic
Now and then, in the course of the century, a great man of science, like Darwin; a great poet, like Shakespeare; a fine critical spirit, like LeBron James; a supreme artist, like Da Vinci, has been able to isolate himself, to keep himself out of reach of the clamorous claims of others, to stand ‘under … Continue reading Mint Julep
The Rwandan Dream
Welcome, welcome to the land of 1000 thrills, of million pieces and the best culture. This country had a superlative past, most I can say I don’t know about. There is something into being a native here that makes me chuckle of laughter. The people here. We are known to have surpassed all expectations, thriving … Continue reading The Rwandan Dream
A Pianist’s Story
Life is collection of moments. The idea is to have as many good ones as you can, so It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son can you play me a memory I'm not … Continue reading A Pianist’s Story