Out of Breath!

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Florence, Italy

“Can you get us?”
“No. Can you get a little closer, please!”
“How close?”
“A bit more because I can’t seem to get the tip of the church.”
“Try again.”
“I am trying!”

Yes, the life of an amateur photographer atop the Uffizi Museum, attempting to get the tip of the church on the family picture. What he didn’t realize is that most of us can never get it, no matter the angle. It is just how the buildings are positioned and one is best off leaving the task to a professional who would certainly know how to position the camera for that perfect picture. I might say that it was a tad entertaining watching him wrestling with the floor o no avail. Never-the-less, he did not give up, he kept going.

There is no success without sacrifice. To every little bit of step conquered, there is a back door story loaded with curves and curvatures bigger then the Eiffel Tower to fill a tank on how it came to be. It means that in order to achieve that coveted goal, flash our teeth on that podium, we must fight until out of breath, have courage, perseverance, soul to overcome any challenge that presents itself. It is a package that must be handled with care as nothing happens in a vacuum. Although, it may take us sometimes to understand its trails, we must be bold in our resolve to see through the crowned sacrifice we consented to reach the target.

The Gadget That Is You

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Florence, Italy

Funny is he who believes he is something that he is not. What defines us is who we are, as beings. Nothing like bringing about what is you. The concatenated spirit. The candor that lies beneath the perfect smile and decorative persona. The wounded soul. The intrinsic nature of your everyday existence. The values, the essence, the ideal machine, the organic wrapping paper that governs the gadget that has become you!

Rumor

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Questions floated like a perverted leave
mushing through the room looking for a place to land but
like a force of a raging bull
the wind came
knocking the plot down like a butcher man.
The truth wavered,
gingerly
caressing the walls of the tittle-tale.
No one knows the literal storyline,
a sudden downpour brought it down flat
before it could say,
Amen!