“Moments” are short posts of a rather “poetic – existential” taste
** Sometimes I cannot tell what is exactly the meaning of the word “blue”.
Is it the sky, the night, that special note in jazz, that inexplicable mood flooding my whole “me” when you are late (even if I know that for sure you are going to come because you just told me so a few minutes ago)?
Maybe it is the deep sea or that exotic jungle-bird that I ‘ll never see live but only in photos?
Maybe “blue” is your beautiful shirt, your eyes, the tone of your laughter when you are happy…?
** Maybe “blue” means all this together-anyway its not important… Because, you see, meanings change all the time.
** Besides, the same happens with all colours: they change as day turns to night through twilight, as night turns to day again through twilight, as day turns to night through twilight, as night turns to day again through twilight etc etc etc etc…
** Yet, even this tiny miracle is possible to happen unexpectedly, during a vey usual morning with or without quarantine for the pandemic.
** And any small or big miracle can be just be a miracle without carrying some metaphysical and well hidden message for us, sent especially to us by the universe…
** It can just flood us with awe because it is a simple aspect of the world of which we too make part. And when we experience such a miracle, let us consider it a precious gift to our poor and so limited perception.
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