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This summer I suffered. Not just from the heat. Nor just from the countless mosquitoes that found me extremely attractive. I suffered from a memory, the lack of sex in an old relationship, a relationship that never really got off the ground. And that is one of the hardest human sorrows: to have the movement of love cut off before it even reaches the body. So much escalation of emotions that did not touch, did not cry out, did not mark the bodies. So much desire that never reached the other side. Frozen in between, having made a start but never having completed anything. Remaining hidden, filed away, and for years now asking to be seen. Like a dead person we did not honor, did not send off, did not…

At the early hours of a sunny afternoon at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, I was finally standing in front of Gustav’s Klimt "The Kiss". A painting that I have seen hundreds of times on internet, finally in the flesh! I took my time with it. Realizing its actual enormous size, coming closer to feel the brushes, enjoying the original colours without any digital alteration. Immersed in all of that green… Regenerated by such gracious encounter, I was taking all in; how the painting was connecting me with the Eternal One, how I was feeling being kissed by the Eternal One, and by Life itself, and how freely I was feeling being alive and inspired for being me again. Grateful to the artistry of life and human work, allowing me…

I have been a skeptical and a severe commentator for all the national pride celebrations, where either at school or later as a community spectator I have always felt the pressure to “agree” with all the displays of heroism, national heritance and social conformity. I have seen only one country so far from those that I have visited, where during their national celebration the people do not display their army and weapons but classes of children parading by waving their national flag and wearing their traditional costumes. The rest of us what is it that we do during our celebrations but reminding to the world the majestic force of violence, imposed by artillery, young people ready to be sacrificed like sheep to the slaughter, and the illusive perception that our…