Book
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I just finished reading the first chapter of my favorite book. I have been going back to it for 25 years. I don’t know why I became so attached to it. Maybe it’s because right after I bought it, I … Read More

On the beach
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For the past four years I have been enjoying walks, seeing the azure of the ocean kiss the gold of the sand on Porto Santo’s main beach. I know where I will meet tourists, and where the locals welcome each … Read More

Sanctified
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When I sit in a soft armchair, among others, similar and at the same time so different, I freeze. I longed for this moment for a long time. Recently, I have been finding most of such experiences on the Internet. … Read More

The smile of fate
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I saw him for the first time on a big screen in a cinema in Gdynia, where a report from a concert in Portofino was shown. He stood in shoes the color of the Italian flag. When he started playing … Read More

Between sounds
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Passacaglia… In Portuguese, as in Spanish, the word “passar” means “to pass”. In his new composition, Leszek Możdżer moves from a frequency imposed on musicians years ago to another, slowly discovered, less recognized one. The frequency played on the second … Read More

In the rhythm of femininity
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Among the guests I invited to the new series of my podcast entitled “Pogaduchy przez ocean”, besides my zodiacal twin who shares the same birthday every year with me, there’s a woman we share a foot twin with. It is … Read More

Hermitage
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I’m trying to remember the first time I allowed myself to have it. After a moment of reflection, I know that the first hermitage was not by choice. Hermitage is when you feel yourself to the core. You can only … Read More

A picture from life
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I will never forget that boy’s name. His eyes were watery even as he laughed. I only saw him in my classes for a year, but I still remember the extraordinary warmth of his hands. Karolek (Karol) was six years … Read More

Nothing to be afraid of
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I was walking down a narrow, barely lit corridor. The legs themselves carried the body, because the brain had only one task: to survive. There was no one to cheer me up, because the only person who had always dispelled … Read More

A short history of passion
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It was a difficult love. As every. They met for the first time at a village party. SHE was from a  neighboring village – HE was a guy from another planet. He had beautifully groomed nails and skin as soft … Read More

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