simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

When he first arrives on this magic mountain he doesn't think about love. His goal is to guard the four winds at this height of 8000 ft. He is one of the four guardians assigned to earth from another realm, which earthlings call planet. How little do the earthlings know the difference between a physical … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting

“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”― Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red. To the man from a distant planet, a higher realm than earth, snow falling is like painting. A gigantic hand is brushing over the land and everything else in the Snowland with white paint. Not surprising. Because the invisible hand … Continue reading simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting

Don’t wait for winter: a haiku

Nature cries out loud Sea sky land and rock paint now Don't wait for winter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This November's sea and sky stay clear and seemingly calm. But he knows they will not be able to hold longer for the bleak changes that shall come perhaps even overnight when he turns away to another shore. Being a … Continue reading Don’t wait for winter: a haiku

Dearest love, he began: a haiku (and a prose)

Dearest love, he began, seeing her at other land, write to me, she said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When he travels he likes to write down what he sees, hears and thinks. A picture in his selective perceptive mind often helps him to recall the moment of encounter with colors, sounds, and lives that co-exist: a pleasant surprise, a happy … Continue reading Dearest love, he began: a haiku (and a prose)

Memory can make a thing seem: a haiku

(traveler's view through a car window) missing a rabbit he saw this one following she said it's a pig ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the … Continue reading Memory can make a thing seem: a haiku