They did not understand me … I wanted to be different. Special. We smiled to each other, we nodded, but each of us remained in their world. I loved them. The more I loved them, the more I missed them, the more I created the distance … I did not learn to show my feelings. I was ashamed of my…
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MIRACLE
A huge rain cloud hung over the heavy dark world, throwing navy-silver streaks of light on the ground. The still air, frozen in anticipation of dangerous murmurs, hung terrified and unbearably thick. A metallic clatter of elevators and quite pleasant noise of pouring grain came from the grain warehouse, which – surprisingly – gilded purely in the dark. In the…
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MEMORY LANE
The bus threw me and the “Little One” at four o’clock at the “K.-crossing” stop. Nobody waited for us so we threw the bags on our backs and we plunged into the forest following a narrow road. From this intersection to the village were three kilometers and unfortunately we had to overcome them very often “on slippers” (which meant in…
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SOUL
A muffled, slight growl shake her awake. A purr … A sound that made her shudder and jump out of bed. Instinctively, she looked around in search of light and, with her hand on the button, pushed gently. There was no light. She wanted to change the light bulb, but she remembered that it would always be dark in this…
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WORDS, WORDS, WORDS…
40×50 Oil on Canvas
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LES FALAISES D’ÉTRETAT
I encountered the cliffs of Étretat for the first time in Paris, in the winter of 2013. We decided to go to the French capital with my parents to show them this amazing city. It was a spontaneous one-day trip by car. Departure early in the morning and return in the evening. We had plans to visit the Louvre. We…
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MONT SAINT-MICHEL
Mont-Saint-Michel is a rocky tidal island on the English Channel, in southwestern Normandy. I had no idea what a tidal island was until we spent a few days on one of them. The dictionary definition of the tidal island is: a fragment of land, which connection to the mainland is revealed only during low tide. Sounds amazing, but how does…
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LEAVING
Maybe I’ll come. You can write an SMS once you will enter a pub. Now I have to go because I’m beginning to feel sad. – See you later. – See you later. She crosses the office threshold. R220. The blue lining suppresses the clatter of pins. She passes the neighboring offices: credit, marketing, budget, coffee machine, sandwich machine, vending…
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THE RAT
“This is for you…” “For me? Really? It’s beautiful,” she said, gently stroking the glossy black lacquered body of the two-seater car. “Can I take it for a spin?” Between the black shadow merging with the darkness of the world and her black dress, a pair of silver keys dangled. The muted glow of the moon left a luminous kiss…
