Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Life

  • Lago di Garda – Italia, 2015

    Motto:  “To have experienced beauty.” Copyright photos: Andreea Sepi 2015. (BW Photos on street corner belong to art photographer Luciano Bonacini: www.lucianobonacini.com)

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  • The Remains of The Day

    timid spring. the careless beauty of my children romping in the woods today, sharp, colorful, against the greening gray backdrop, gathering twigs for a “bonfire” but first washing them in the tumbles of water or stacking them one upon another and into bridges alongside the brook where they were leaping, looking for frogs; huge stones…

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  • Aborted Fetuses

    I have aborted myself to feed my children. my love, my thoughts, my writing – all of them, aborted fetuses, because my children needed to eat regular meals. but behold! – my children are not necrophagous. they do not thrive on the smell of death and destruction. theirs are the souls enraptured by the seed…

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  • The invisible pane

    the sun is hanging in the fir trees by the collar of its wintry coat. old people have come out into the park to walk their dogs to its skirt. the dogs prance and snoop. the people themselves walk at an angle, slanted, like leaden-limbed mimes on a running belt that’s running in the opposite…

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  • Perlacher Forst – Munich, 2015

    Winter landscapes in Munich’s south end. A journey that starts at dawn and extends into the afternoon. Copyright A. Sepi

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  • Munich, 70 years after Auschwitz…

    Today, 27.01.2015, is the 70th commemoration of the liberation of Auschwitz. Glimpses caught yesterday in the city that witnessed the rise of national socialism all those years ago and which now takes pride in its vivid diversity and its Anti-Bagida movement. On my way home, I saw a man meditate in the subway station. He was sitting upright…

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  • Winter in Harlaching

    Iarna in Harlaching … and overnight… … si peste noapte… … so now… … iar acum…

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  • Loss of faith

    i swam like a fish to the bottom of my being. at the bottom of that sea of sand i swam into yesterday. i drilled softly for the pearls to collect in my little necklace of happiness. i flapped my little fish tail around and stirred up the sand at the bottom of the sea…

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  • The road to excellence

    “DESIRE is the starting point of all achievement; not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire that transcends everything” – Napoleon Hill Why don’t I see enough people around me in whom this desire pulsates anymore? Not even the young ones. Benjamin Disraeli once said that there is no education like adversity. Is…

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  • New Year’s Eve under the Eiffel Tower

    Before you go all “Aaaah!…” and “Wow!…” Paris was impressive, but also crowded and rather unromantically dirty. 🙂 You see, there’s Paris and there’s Paris. There is Paris with children; Paris for lovers; Paris of the learned and Paris of the uncultured; Paris for seniors and Paris for the hip and “chic“. And then there’s all of…

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  • The commercialization of Christmas…

    … the commercialization of life.  Living in constant temptation. Craving and crushed by the “loss” of not getting it all. Exhausted by the pain of giving up that which we never had in the first place. Chasing peer-sanctioned matter. Arduously. Everything becomes a purpose in itself, and none of it is real. Cosmetics to mask…

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  • The Trees That Wanted To Travel

    … A PARABLE Do you know the story about the trees that wanted to travel? These were young, tall,  beautiful, trees, and they were able to see very far away. The horizons they saw looked so sunny and pleasantly warm, and appealing. So the trees wondered if not maybe in those lands, far, far away,…

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