Longing along the Seine
Paris opens up like a book; each bridge is a promise of longing. There, along the quay by the Pont Neuf, my eye falls on a stunningly beautiful woman. Everything that makes Paris beautiful comes together in her appearance.
Wanderer of the Horizon
Buenos Aires, Tango of Melancholiy
“Tango is not a dance,” she says. “It is a conversation between two people who know they will lose each other again soon.” She laughs as if she wants to reveal something about herself…
Genoa, the Sea of Memory
The fishing village of Bocadasse, on the outskirts of Genoa, is quiet during the afternoon. The waves roll gently under the radiant light of an October sun. In a small family restaurant, where the walls smell of the sea and the tables are simply set, I take a seat at a table opposite her.
Cusco, the Mirror of Origin
“Sometimes the city itself speaks, thru a voice you don’t expect.” The stones of Cusco lie heavy beneath my feet.
Dublin Echoes
A city of words and songs It is nine in the evening when I step into the pub. Outside, the