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Pagliacci: Collages from the Swedish Tale
When everything is gone, memories remain. Snapshots of the moments your soul feeds on. And craves for more. Even when it's over. Because all good things come to an end.
Not the craving, though. It's insatiable. It wants more. It wants to suck on your good memories, rip your heart to pieces. Devour it in a few bites of the crazed, starved beast, making you bleed on the inside as you go on with your life with a fake and pathetic smile on your face. Like a clown.
Pagliacci.
No one sees your tears. No one smells your longing. No one licks your wounds. No one hears you cry.
No one picks you up and holds you under your arm as you stumble to take another breath and blink away your blurry sight while you grope for a familiar memory in a very distant future, trying to make it alive. Trying to make it omnipresent. Trying to relive it – now.
Except for those who know you, except for those who have shared it with you. The moments, the images, the laughter, the smells, the walks, the ice creams, the sounds, the games, the thoughts, the experiences, the dreams, the feelings, the recollections, the foolishness. Knitting them into collages that will stay with you forever. Those are your people. Your friends.
That is the beauty of it. The beauty I will try to share and portray here for you. Because when the words fail, pictures continue to tell our story.
Thank you, Växjö, for everything. Really.
BJ
www.bernardjan.com
Original blog post - images from Sweden
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Summer in Sweden
Sweden in My Mind
In Between Places
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Not the craving, though. It's insatiable. It wants more. It wants to suck on your good memories, rip your heart to pieces. Devour it in a few bites of the crazed, starved beast, making you bleed on the inside as you go on with your life with a fake and pathetic smile on your face. Like a clown.
Pagliacci.
No one sees your tears. No one smells your longing. No one licks your wounds. No one hears you cry.
No one picks you up and holds you under your arm as you stumble to take another breath and blink away your blurry sight while you grope for a familiar memory in a very distant future, trying to make it alive. Trying to make it omnipresent. Trying to relive it – now.
Except for those who know you, except for those who have shared it with you. The moments, the images, the laughter, the smells, the walks, the ice creams, the sounds, the games, the thoughts, the experiences, the dreams, the feelings, the recollections, the foolishness. Knitting them into collages that will stay with you forever. Those are your people. Your friends.
That is the beauty of it. The beauty I will try to share and portray here for you. Because when the words fail, pictures continue to tell our story.
Thank you, Växjö, for everything. Really.
BJ
www.bernardjan.com
Original blog post - images from Sweden
Related posts:
Summer in Sweden
Sweden in My Mind
In Between Places
My other blogs
Moobala Schmoobala Review
Moobala Schmoobala by M.G. WellsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
I don't deny I have a soft spot for aliens, especially if they are so cute as E.T. or Moobala Schmoobala. And I also have a soft spot for animals. So when Moobala Schmoobala visits Earth with his friend Boobala and encounters our animal kingdom, you get a super-cool picture book for kids!
On their exciting, enjoyable and peaceful journey to our planet they meet an eagle, a spider, fish, the bushbaby, coyotes, a dolphin, elephants, a giraffe, goats, hippos, a kudu, ostriches, a regal lion clan, and servals. Quite a bunch!
Illustrated by adorable images and written in a catchy rhyme by M.G. Wells, Moobala Schmoobala is a children's picture book, but grownups will love it too. Its intention is to teach the youngest ones about our wildlife and the harmony of coexistence on Earth and in the universe.
But there is also one other lesson, or moral, of this educational story meant for us adults. As kids, we dreamed big and believed anything was possible. Our world was beautiful, innocent and perfect, full of all kinds of creatures, wonders and possibilities.
If we only made ourselves to see it with these eyes again, on our return to innocence we would realize how amazing, special and promising it still was. For all of us.
BJ
www.bernardjan.com
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