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Fog is a reality.

The first entry of “fog” in wordreference dictionary states: “1. a mass of droplets of condensed water vapour suspended in the air, often greatly reducing visibility, corresponding to a cloud but at a lower level.” Good. But then it continues… … Continue reading

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a tale about a word

Once upon a time, there was a word and this word meant nothing. They told it it would need to work hard to become a real word, with meaning, synonims, a clear definition… Even one day it could turn into … Continue reading

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Good old times.

The other day I was standing up on the metro and an image caught my attention. A woman was staring at a picture of an older woman (although not too old), which she kept in her wallet. I could spend … Continue reading

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(Un)expected

It is one of those days you prefer to walk instead of jumping on a bus. I know I should run to catch a train, but I need to slow down, and so I take the longer road, but the … Continue reading

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An end, a beginning.

I look into the water and it’s like travelling through time and submerging in a parallel universe, where everything endlessly repeats itself yet adquires new meanings and nuances.  An instant. My end and my beginning, love exploding in all its … Continue reading

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Street Photography: Sidewalktalk

It’s one of those days when you surf through the Net with no purpose, reading bits here and there, following one link after the other while checking your Twitter timeline to see if any one of your contacts has posted … Continue reading

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Look up, the sky

I walk head down, counting the steps, counting my breaths and my heartbeats, feeling my lungs expanding and contracting, my muscles tensing under the effort. I walk but I am going nowhere, I am running in circles, and I feel … Continue reading

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