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October 29, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Out of Focus

Every tree, they say, has different tasting fruits. Just like chefs and their food. I’ve been wondering for a while now, about this orange tree I see out of my window on the other side of the street. That’s all I see, really. I mean, I obviously see other things, the view is rather rich. There’s a hill, tiny portion of the road, other trees, sheep with their shepherd every now and then. But that orange tree catches my eyes. It’s probably for the lovely contrast between the vibrant orange hue of the fruits, and the bright green color of the leaves. The tree doesn’t seem very old, but I guess it must be. It’s right next to an old well with a few stands for washing the clothes and stuff. I noticed the well has dried out long while ago as I traveled across the street to have a look, and pick some oranges for my late afternoon snack. And, still as dreamy as it looks, the oranges tasted horrible.READ MORE

October 25, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Bodies of Water

What was that dumb idea of mine to think that time doesn’t pass by as I travel?! As if it’s frozen, or it works differently as I’m away. Ah, that was stupid! I’m not really away; I’m right here. I’d rather imagine that I could escape, and avoid the ups and downs, and all the ups and downs it holds within. Living timeless, that’s what I’m longing for, not to worry about the name of the day, or which month of the year it is. Only the hours of my very ordinary life to lead mean to nothing would matter by the end of the day.READ MORE

October 18, 2018 In A Moment Longer

Chew Well

Even though the restaurant looked crappy, there was something inviting about it. A quick look inside, and a glance at the menu on the glass door, it seemed decent enough to grab a quick dinner. It wouldn’t really be an inexpensive food, perhaps they’d charge more since it was downtown.READ MORE

October 15, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Going Nowhere

We took the morning bus. We were waiting at the bus stop by the bakery at nine o’clock. Teyo bought a pastry for herself, it had a jam filling. I didn’t get anything, I just drank water; I can’t have breakfast even if I wanted to. The bus was on-time. I sat by the window, Teyo was eating her cookie as she sat next to me. And the bus drove away. No matter how far away, it feels like you haven’t gone anywhere. More like running around a circle. The landscape is the same, it doesn’t change. The hills and vineyards, olive gardens, trees in the middle of the fields and the land that are almost flat; it’s all the same. We haven’t gone far away, but the houses look exactly like one another from this village to the next one, and the next town, and the other neighboring town. We’re taking a tour, going nowhere.READ MORE

October 10, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Downtown

I have the fanciest bedroom here, you should come and see. Living in this bedroom makes me feel like I’m the queen or something. They say it’s a seventeen-century house. Murals and window frames, the way each owner of the house has added some type of decoration and has mentioned the year they lived here make it all a little bit romantic. It must be for the colors too, the creeky noise of the woods as you walk around the room. There’s a mirror in front of my bed, right in between two windows. I see my own reflection every morning as I sit up on the bed. That’s really the first thing I see every morning, I mean if we don’t count the murals around me, can’t keep my eyes off them anyway. I look at the trees and water and the paint that creates the illusion of the sand, I read the year of each painting, and wonder how come all these paintings contain some type of body of water. Then I sit up, and I see myself. It’s something that a queen would do, I guess.READ MORE

October 1, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Very sweet sweets

It was only a day trip. We decided to visit there because we were curious, and that there’s not much to do in our small town. It is nearby, it could be the closest city. We took the nine o’clock bus, we checked the bus schedule once we got there just to make sure we won’t miss the last bus on the way back; The last bus was at five. I’d pinned some places on my map that I believed we could visit, I was ready for an adventure. For some reason, I thought these spots would be further away from one another as I was checking them on the map. But, the reality looked way different. The castle and the church were only about one hundred steps away from each other. The park was too small, so we couldn’t see the point in visiting. And a tour around downtown was about five hundred steps, I don’t know, I forgot to check my stepcounter.READ MORE

September 27, 2018 In A Moment Longer

After Midnight

I drink red wine. I’m left with a purple stain on my lips, and a calmness followed by the last sip. Almost sleepy, I could go to bed. I’d rather hang out here, my bed is freezing. Not very promising for a sweet dream.

September 24, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Window Seat

I am on my way to the other town in the south. The first few moments of arrival would always be stressful. I always ask myself what if I don’t like it, or if I couldn’t enjoy it, which is all nonsense; every trip is special in its own way. It must be a part of the power of small towns and villages.READ MORE

September 17, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: What Time Is It With You?!

They said it’s the land of good wine, and I can now understand how; wine is everywhere. It keeps you company with every meal, lunch, dinner, even breakfast if you feel like it. And I’m absolutely amazed by the melody of the church. Life becomes dramatic all of a sudden as the bells start to ring. I don’t think there’s much of an option, not to know about the time when you have one of these churches around. You have to be living somewhere in the forest all by yourself not to hear it. But I still don’t know what time it is. Have they already changed the clock for the daylight saving?! Funny how there’s not really a way to know about it. The sun is still warm, and is shining where it’s supposed to shine. Soon it’ll reach the middle of the sky; it’s almost lunch time, or in my case, breakfast; you know I don’t start eating until later in the afternoon. The sun will burn hot, and will make you feel like you’re on a vacation or something. As if the beach, the deep blue sea, and warm yellow sands would be waiting for you down the road. But what time is it?! How does it matter?! From the silence of the valley, I could tell that it’s Sunday; no chainsaws whatsoever. People are taking a break from what they do every day. Dogs don’t! They still bark out loud, and they still get mad when someone passes by their yards.READ MORE

September 11, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Sheep in the Factory

I took a walk around the village the other day, just to see what goes on around. Not so much, apparently. They say a lot of birds died in the fire, and their forest is black now, their home. Just like the seagulls who died in the hail storm back in the city during summer. The color of autumn is not as dramatic as I expected. Maybe not yet, the seasons are shifting lately for the global warming. Or maybe the trees are different, pretty much as everything else.READ MORE