"What do you think of Brexit?" asked the tuk tuk driver leaving us at Bairro Alto viewpoint where I noticed Lisbon bearing its orange heart out to every being that walked with her. All Saints day it was, when the November shook the core of this city. What now remains a ruin, I stood in the centre wondering if the transformation of this church lead to the beauty of boundless blue sky but I couldn't help thinking about the stories that were buried deep underneath. The other day, we walked towards the High Cross from where I could see the Palace of Pena. I asked my sister if the queens ever walked this garden because my feet was hurting. The palace was placed beautifully and even the ignored rocks etched in the valley of lake knew that it owed its magnificence to the German mine engineer so I did not want to complain. This heart does not owe any apology when it feels out of place and thats what your sister is for to remind you that the other lady that sang h...
Laura always says I call everyone I meet, my soul something (soul friend, soul mate, soul manager) but it is true that I have met soul sisters in every face of the earth but when you were wearing that baby blue scarf the other day, two days after when you handed in your three years' worth of work. You were exhausted on the fourth day but still, you came. Let me remind you, you were light as that sky, but whenever they made a business out of your rock and claimed it to be theirs, they forgot that God made that rock too. Whenever your faith stood puzzled in between the whistle of your doorstep and up to the rooftop of your spine, I stood bare shoulder in the front room wishing for a better view. But that time when the ignorant old belief took a sword out on your baby blue, it left me black and blue... First, the American Dream got trickled down through the world. Second, it opened the door for one sheep to enter. Third, a flock of fears were peeping through the wi...
As I sit inside a fully packed library, it's only week 3 but the dissertation is not far due, I keep catching myself looking outside the window, which reminds me of the Dubliners that we had to study for our A Levels. I don't remember much about the Dubliners but that the windows are very symbolic. This phrase is very much ingrained in my brain, they are symbolic because you can see the other side, know the other side but you cannot experience it yet always overlooking what we can experience on this side of the window. Okay, back to my purpose of writing this post. The purpose is always a heavy subject, which ultimately always leads me to ask questions such as "what is my real purpose?" nevertheless, solely asking this question with a purpose already inside me and hence, I have given up on straying down that road. I want to point out the subject of 'busy' ness that the western civilization has embodied throughout the years. Since I came from the ...
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