Let’s recap what we have so far: apparently the more or less accepted truth is that everybody wants to be happy. Continue reading LIFE AND THE HAPPINESS FACTOR (2)
Talking about life, how I’m convinced it’s always better to be alive and not dead Continue reading LIFE AND THE HAPPINESS FACTOR (1)
My grandfather was my first dead. I was six years old and he’d always been around. We lived in the same village, my grandparents on the outskirts -they were my mum’s parents- and we in the centre.
I loved my granddad deeply, in the way that children do, unconditionally and passionately loyal.
Continue reading MY FIRST DEAD
Why do we all have to die..?
Leonard Cohen. Vera Rubin. David Bowie. Felix Krivin. Zara Hadid. Petr Hájek. Elie Wiesel. My father. Balasaheb Vikhe Patil. Muhammad Ali. Zhao Er-mi. George Michael. Harper Lee. Imre Kertész. John Glenn. El Hortelano. André Courregès. Cecil Howard. Johan Cruyff.
‘If it be your will/ That I speak no more/ And my voice be still/ As it was before/ I will speak no more…’
I learned about the death of Leonard Cohen from D. He’d heard it on the news in France, where he lives. It was a grey day in Amsterdam, rain pouring down on the canals. I’d just woken up, feeling great- despite the summer definitely being over. Continue reading ON THE DEATH OF LEONARD COHEN