Once I was having lunch with a friend. I can't remember which symphony by which composer that I said I really liked when I was back in college, but I do remember what this friend said in reply, not her exact words, but the fact that when one says one like a symphony by a … Continue reading Political Symbol
Day: August 4, 2020
A Friend’s Admiration
A friend calls, asking me to translate for him to renew his license, and applying for this and that on internet. I like this friend because he admires me without a trace of envy or reserve. I help him write a letter to the government, he raves about my skills. I help him write his … Continue reading A Friend’s Admiration
During The Storm
The lights come and go, come and go, as if a ghost in the wire. From a slit of opening in the window, gust of air rush in, to frighten or to inspire. Dirt, leaves, water all mixed up in the wind--the smell of a storm. The sun comes out before the clouds take over … Continue reading During The Storm
The Italian Garden
She lived two blocks from me, at a corner of a quiet street with a church not far away. I can't remember the church's name, but I remember it's a female saint of some sort, not very English though, but rather of those people of Mediterranean. Somehow I've always imagined she and her husband are … Continue reading The Italian Garden
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