Only in time
Photo: Gianmarco and Jennifer from the Opus Ballet Compagnia rehearsing in Porto, June 2017
References: T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, Burnt Norton (1935)
I found my dream house in Mérida.
I’m not there either.
I like to prowl ordinary places.
I feel sorry for us all or glad for us
caught alive together
and awkward in that way.
there’s nothing better than the joke
the seriousness of us
the dullness of us
Photo Calle Sta. Eulália, Mérida
sends a thrilling pulse through me.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Photo: Piscina das Marés, July 2017
the texture of life changes
Flying over Afghanistan (September, 2016)
Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.
Gertrude Stein, Selected Writings
Coffee at the greenhouse around the corner