He was bright, yes.

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art, London, photography, stories, Writing

Yes, he was bright.

He used black to fill in the eyes with irony and yellow to enhance the nature of a face; a shade of red to instill a sense of ambiguous turbulence. Finally, some white to mitigate the strength of the ensemble.

His work was a sort of popular census, something that he did obstinately and shamelessly.

“No, it doesn’t work”. He burst out one day. “What ’m looking for is the spark of a more genuine humanity”.

Then he fell silent, grabbed a knife and began removing the seeds from a big slice of watermelon.

(genuine humanity) London – UK

MicroFICTION #17

Hesitation

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Critical thinking, Istanbul, photography, Travels, Writing

What a strange story.

When the fame knocked at his door, he wasn’t ready.

The day he realized his qualities (originality, critical thinking and musicality) were finally known, he allowed himself a long moment of hesitation.

He woke up in the middle of the night, wrote down a couple of lines on the kitchen wall and vanished.

 “Don’t look for me”

“How good is coffee in Istanbul”

MicroFICTION # 7

Opposite feelings

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emotions, London, photography, Writing

Once she said “Think”

“if love is a recurrent mood, doubt is the condition that lends credibility to the fight between opposite feelings.”

…

I don’t know;

I’ve never been able to close the circle of her theories.

Thinking, London – UK

Haiku # 355

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culture, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, Sea

heartbroken lovers

raving under wet blankets

- oh! baroque novels

Venice – Italy

# 355

Haiku # 354

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culture, Haiku, Japanese poetry, photography, Poetry, Travels

it must look stunning

- for those who reappear from hell

the lively village

Docking, Istanbul

# 354

Haiku # 353

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culture, Haiku, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, Travels

year comes to an end

breathless, prostrate like a plough

stuck into the ground

Urban view

 

# 353

Haiku # 351

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age, culture, Haiku, Japanese poetry, memories, photography, poems, Poetry, Travels

it’s not part of me

this ground, I mean, this shadow

- don’t belong to me

Light&shadow, Istanbul

# 351

Haiku # 350

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culture, day, Haiku, Japanese poetry, night, photography, poems, Poetry

well-worn, in tatters

night comes across the first light,

- with such a courage

Istanbul by night

# 350

Haiku # 349

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art, Arts, Crafts, culture, Haiku, Japanese poetry, photography, Sea, Travels

amazing thin light,

wind blows on the wet colors

- to the heart of things

Mural painting, Istanbul

# 349

Haiku # 344

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culture, Haiku, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, Sea, Travels

sharp light falling down,

an emotive implosion

- loneliness, at first

Istanbul

# 344