10/08/2014

"Augustember"



 A day like today reminds me so much of last September. What a sad feeling. It feels like we've been robbed of some time and most of all of some light. A soft feeling also, however.

For last September was a time of innocence for me, a time of reconnection and friendship, of theatre, good plays and reading and writing, a time at the end of a short era and - I didn't know then - a calm before a long tempest.



Mediterranean Sea, September 2013

September, my favourite month, would you be so sweet and be that kind again? Everyone needs a slight ray of hope at some point. The darkness of our recent wars is too thick; please bring back some air, if - as it seems - it is so impossible to have some sunlight, some summer and, simply, some love.

September last year was full of hopes; they were all disappointed but this does not mean there cannot be new forms of hope again. Maybe this time they shall be more humble but also fairer. 


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