A tale of wandering nomads For those who are a product of a different time, a different place, always filled with a sense of longing for an unknown mythical dimension. Saudade. Nostalgia for a distant past, carrying memories that are perhaps not their own. Stories of swashbucklers and explorers make their hearts beat faster. Where is the … [Read more…]
Time, inexorably, forges ahead. And sometimes so it happens in the life of a man that he longs for the past. Not just the kind of nostalgia that is common among older people. Instead, an intense longing for times that have passed, to relive past experiences with them – bygone people that once meant so much. … [Read more…]
And there she was, her long gray hair neatly brushed to the sides, holding her wooden cane. There she stood waiting, here eyes fixed on the door. Waiting, silently waiting for the love that would never come.
Lost in the night The owl becomes a fox -Always awake Carthago delenda est — Hiroshima, Nagasaki, — stop, no more nightmares The library today, the office in the morrow, from underground won’t we see, the starlings in the sky by WanderNomad