Can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?
If we hope to truly see another person, we have to start by looking within ourselves.
Kafuku couldn’t think of what to say. So he kept silent.
Misaki didn’t answer.
She quietly studied the road.
Kafuku was grateful for her silence.
MY BREATH IS AN ANCHOR
My breath is an anchor,
Holding steadfast and true,
Each fear that I conquer,
Makes more space for the new.
My heart is an ocean,
Floating out with the tide,
Each ebbing emotion,
Helps to soften my pride.
My mind is a hard rock,
Resisting the fierce waves,
Each thought that I block,
A habit that enslaves.
My dreams are like water,
Drifting just out of sight,
Each moment I falter,
Takes me further from light.
My breath is an anchor,
Holding steadfast and true,
Each time I reach the shore,
Brings me closer to you.
Last weekend I went to see ‘Hair the tribal love rock musical’ at the Carisport, Cesena performed by Teatro delle erbe .
The venue doubles as an indoor basketball stadium. Despite spending a lot on the acoustics the sound quality is still pretty bad with too many dead zones. On top of this, the screwing of plastic seats onto the concrete steps on the upper levels does nothing to improve the comfort factor. Perhaps an engrossing spectacular would help you overlook these factors but ‘Hair’ is not that show. Continue reading
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