“All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?”
All in Project "52"
THE SEA, THE SEA... – project “52”
The sea, the sea… has your eyes…
PEERLESS CHINA VASES, TANGLES AND MENDS – project “52”
For him, she was as a peerless China vase. He held her high and admired her with fear of her fragility and irreplaceable value.
TEMPEST BREWED IN HIS HEART – project “52”
She brewed him a tea from mysterious recipes and mythical books…
BABA MARTA BROUGHT US RED AND WHITE; WISDOM, HEALTH AND WEALTH – project “52”
She was an old, mellow-eyed woman, which years one could count on her wrinkled face like the tree rings on felled tree…
ST TRIFON, WINEGROWERS AND YOUNG WINE – project “52”
While the world – young and old – is celebrating the day of love and its patron St Valentine, in my homeland we honour and toast the patron of the winegrowers, winemakers, falconers, and gardeners St Trifon. An old tradition of cutting and pruning the vines that takes us back to the mysteries of Dionysus.
CHINESE WISDOM AND NEW YEAR OF THE GOAT – project “52”
We greeted yesterday the Chinese New Year. Happy Chinese New Year my dear friends that celebrate! I wish you and all those you love best of luck, good health and fortune for the forthcoming year of the Goat!
A GENTLEMAN'S BREAKFAST – project “52”
A gentleman he ought to be…
CHORIZO, FOCACCIA AND PICKLES, CARPENTER'S SNACK – project “52”
He stood up over the workbench, stretched his hands and cracked his back.
Shook the wood shavings that have perched on his hair and blew with his bottom lip the ones that were snowing down on his face.
LAST BRUNCH, DEATH OF A SALESMAN or A TRIBUTE TO ARTHUR MILLER – project “52”
No, nothing happened.
I said nothing happened.
Didn’t you hear me?
I’m tired to the death.
I suddenly couldn’t drive any more.