Memories

Memories

 

I keep them in a wooden box with holiday postcards, which I received from school friends. The first was oblong in a hard, silver cover with the inscription Diary. Another had a heart shape, and another was locked with a padlock to which I still have the key. In high school, it was time for notebooks in nice binding, of which two were written in full, green and red. I am currently writing in a large, leather-bound book with thick pages.

A friend brought her from Florence.

I used to describe events, today I put on paper my very personal reflections resulting from observations, inspiring meetings

and participation in various events.

In my diaries you can find photographs dear to me, blades of grass or dried flowers, even those broken at the Mediterranean Sea during the holidays in the nineties. Some, though faded, are beautifully preserved.

In the future I intend to hand over the chest with sentimental content to Anna Marianna, my daughter. Once I received similar notes from my grandmother Veronica and I know that such a gift allows reaching the deepest recesses of the donor's soul. On this journey I would like to send my Anne.

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Glass balls

 

I collect balls. The first one I wanted was never to be included in my beautiful, fairy-tale collection. For I saw her years ago in a porcelain shop in Prague. After filming the music box, a soft melody sounded, and in the glass interior, on the snow-covered ice rink, porcelain figurines of a girl and a boy skating. They held hands and were very joyful. At that time, I thought it was beautiful to look at the magic balls enchanted in magic balls.

Now, I would like to share my admiration with you, dear children.

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Glass Collection

 

Weronika Madryas, Wroclaw July 2006

 

There are sweet moments

what butterflies will give up ...

when the wind rose cup shake

sail ...

I conjure them whispering:

I have a collection of glass balls

and in them sadness, joy, pain ...

I am charming with words ...

 

There are sweet moments

what like seagulls ...

flutter of wings

their arrival, departures heralds ...

I conjure them whispering:

I have a collection of glass balls

and in them sadness, joy, pain ...

I am charming with words ...

 

There are sweet moments

what a deer like ...

when they hear the step they miss ...

I conjure them whispering:

I have a collection of glass balls

and in them sadness, joy, pain ...

I am charming with words ...

 

There are sweet moments

what bees buzzing like flowers ...

to stop talking

when the heat of the sun has cooled down ...

I conjure them whispering:

I have a collection of glass balls

and in them sadness, joy, pain ...

I am charming with words ...

"Welcome to my Fairy Tale"

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