City lights

“There’s something about the thousands of glittering lights, the veil of nighttime that almost makes this place beautiful, especially in the reflection of the water. It makes everything askew, disoriented. There’s more truth in a ripple of water than in a clear day.”
Ellie Lieberman, Society’s Foundlings

Art – Rob Gonsalves

La mulți ani, România!

Today is Romania’s National Day!

Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.

I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings.

Here, in Romania, Beauty follows you everywhere. When you think you’ve lost it, it’s there breathing magic on your neck, tugging at your sleeve with gorgeous sunsets, misty mountains, bluish lakes, Shire-like emerald hills, fortresses that once kept invaders at bay…

This is a text written in 2017 for the blog of a dear friend. https://mohamadkarbi.com/romania/

In the picture – Curtea de Arges Monastery

My quote

“There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.”
Kate Douglas Wiggin – New Chronicles of Rebecca.

Charles Sillem Lidderdale – The fern gatherer

Dreams

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.
~ Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens

Art – Joseph Wright of Derby (1734–1797)

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
Pablo Neruda

Photo – sunset on Corfu island by Iulia Halatz

November

“And you, November, are stunning. I don’t just mean that you’re beautiful, which you certainly are. I mean that you radiate kindness and laughter at the same time that you’re besting everyone with your knife skills. You trust people and believe in their goodness, even when everyone around you attacks and betrays you. I’ve never met anyone like you in my life and I would have to be the most foolish person alive not to tell you so.”
Adriana Mather, Hunting November

Art – Eugène Galien-Laloue [1854-1941]

Eugène Galien-Laloue Tutt’Art@

Destiny

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
William Shakespeare

Art – Shakespeare at dusk, Edward Hopper, 1935

Sad in the fall

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast