Imagine Belfast…

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Belfast is a very peculiar city, for not saying bizarre. One city I will never forget. Not because it is considered the Titanic's uterus, a ship which was born dead, in a very premature way, in the frozen waters of the Atlantic a century ago, as we all know. Not for its beautiful architecture which is wasted in banks and minimarkets in a very European way. Not even for the good memories I may keep from an abandoned sofa in a parking lot, when the cold weather didn't matter. For all that I have pictures Read more [...]

He, who had such a pretty name

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“I'm going to write about you”, I tell him, while my left cheek lays on his knee and he plays with my hair. “OK”, I hear his voice. “But don't write my name. I don't want to be a small character in a big novel.” Such a shame, because he has a really, really pretty name… But he knew it and so did I: in the long run, we were both going to become a secondary character in each other's life. After that, just a reference character, and then, an even nameless one. That's the way life goes, Read more [...]