Short Story

Music Therapy

This poem was written in 2004 in a waiting room, a few days after an intense music session. I republish it with a smile on my face, because every time I read it, I think and I still and always believe music and dance can heal many wounds and sustain many paths.    First my ears, then […]

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Loved by the wind

At nightime, the house is carried away by the wind. The wind penetrates it and takes it over and over. The wind knocks the door and pounds its way through even if nobody answers. As the wind enters, the wooden floor creaks, and this sound crosses the large room from side to side. The wind […]