Every time I see you, your everything lands on me as strong as when a sea wave crashes unto shore. And when you leave, the power of our encounter fading, and my heart eventually breaking again, I instinctively - ferociously even - transform what’s breaking me into something new. Pulling myself together requires new tactics, new adjustments and ways of being. And that’s as beautiful as it is painful.Because the more I change and the more I grow, the more I fear I may turn into

I want to die, said my son in my dream. I went: No. What? You want what? Grabbing his hand we flew up to the sky, sat on the clouds and started to chat. About life before him, and how better it was with him here. We looked at the land, the green, the brown. We looked at the sea, blue like the mood he was in. We cried and we laughed, we laughed and we cried, he no longer wanted to die. We flew back. Kissed good-night. Closed my eyes. I see journalists killed, doctors killed, i

Perhaps we live so we can die and understand, understand this thing that we call life. Life that some, if you’re lucky where you’re born , enjoy. Enjoy it if you can, child of mine, but know, always know that not all who see, can see what you have seen. Seen the daffodils at spring, crabs walking on the beach, orange leaves falling from trees, finding snowdrops on their feet. Feet, what do I need you for, asked Frida, Frida Kahlo, when wings I have to fly. Flying legs and ar

Sometimes, many times, my brain feels like the fastest ride. And it’s fun. So fun. Until it’s not fun at all. But man, it’s hard to stop when you’re derailing. And some days I try. I try to hold on to any- thing , To any- one that may appear. Some other days, I am not able. Some other days, I’m only able to cover my eyes and wait. Wait for the ride to crash. Hoping to survive. Knowing that if I don’t, Well… I tried. Art by my daughter.