Evening in Dublin

Lights, welcoming lights.

Shadow of oneself

Nearer ...

... so near, loving tales.

Father Christmas

Back to snow, childhood tales are back. Imagination, tender feeling.

Winter is here

Suddenly, the snow, while ... early in the morning.

Life

It is just round the corner, life, behind a window, sitting there in a comfortable armchair while reading a James Joyce's story. I am there. Always life, on a book's line.

A duck

I don't understand the world -what a surprise!-. A duck -I feel- swimming around nowhere, watching hypocrisy go up.