Well, it is like this…

Well, it is like this, I turn on a piece of Philip Glass, or I read a poem,like the one above, and I burst into tears…

My father…

Writing this post is not exactly easy for me for reasons different to the ones you might expect. My father died a few days ago and what I feel is void and emptiness. If you expect a lovely childhood photo of my father and myself smiling happily into a camera, I have to disappoint you.Continue reading “My father…”