Lantern

Lantern

Noon: a lantern write with its language of shadows in the wall: it wants to compete with the young men of the night before.

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I don’t see many news, I think there is an obsession with the bad ones and so few of the good ones, because there is goodness in the world too. I think in the people of Brussels and Istanbul.

I have chosen to don’t forget, as it happened to me when child, that there are also solidarity and support even in war; that always we will find a way to be happy, doesn’t matter what people, who needs help for his behaviour, try to do to dirt the heart, it’s just in our nature to pay with compassion to ourselves. That’s what we do in my years as children and we got to survive in a better world. I trust that is going to happen there in the far and dear Europe.

Sleeping Stones in the Orange Ocean of the blue boats

Sleeping Stones in the Orange Ocean of the blue boats

I wonder if the scene my eyes saw, this sunset, were the same as others have seen since thousands of years ago. Ilo has remains since centuries and centuries ago, old traditions of fleets of boats and sailors and fishermen, an Inca travelling to the Antarctic sea and coming back from the islands in perhaps the Polynesia. But always the boats, with different shapes, but always there.