Venice's Sunset

There is nothing we can do for those lost years; and there is no tomorrow.

We were bound to this state; We stole time from Venice's Sunshine, tieded to bridge after bridge.
We walked Venice...

We were able to love, in an infant past, planted in the fields that were ours, for hundreds of images; until a moment arrived before the Sunset in Venice; in one ill fated moment, past entered like a bold thief through a glance; as the present flew out through a single turn of your body.

The writer continues to write his narratives:  We have returned...

 ~ Travel Tuesday 360 ~

The Persistence of Memory

This city, like a string drawn between yesterday and tomorrow, you know all you have lost and left behind.
You cannot see what lies ahead clearly.
But a horizontal gravity thrusts you into the thick of tomorrow, to an enchanting unknown in an unfinished poem you are about to begin.
Then it will take charge of its course.

People called me a dreamer when I said that there is a type of love; stretched from dream to reality...

Have things I remembered ever happened?

In Poetically well built memory, formed from the heart's compulsions;
we are consoled not by finding ourselves returning to the city that we love,
but by losing all sense of time.

The Museum Of Innocence

Beauty and memories are inseparable; we often find love in memories.

Orhan Pamuk - The Museum of Innocence

Winter

That winter I traveled, but I never arrived...

It Snows Only Once In Our Dreams

I started reading Orhan Pamuk's writing last year in a time of deep sadness.  During those dark period, a thought of such a book - a book I looked forward to read was a consolation that helped me through...

here is Pamuk's Snow

I Sing You A Lullaby

As you asked me, I stand now in the place where you sleep.
Our friendship, love, company the farewell before those who have come; 
our butterflies holding your hands in your final journey.

Every year, when the leaves change their colors; the Autumn comes
I shall hear you whispering my name in my waking dreams...