Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,

Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Oscar stood up, and headed to the vinyl player. He didn't want to disappoint Joe, but also did not have the strength to handle memories. He remembered going to the wreckage site.

Odds would not be with Joe concerning flying. Oscar was adamant to save Alice from the same pain he went through and suspected this time would be unbearable. Loosing Joe after losing mother, father, brother, sister to planes, it is something he sometimes pictured. He was fearless in what concerned things which could be kept under his control. But he could not trust complex systems and found nature way to unpredictable. After the accident he found resort into explaining it, scientifically to the last detail. And realized, out of thousands of moving parts upon thousands of planes, statistically, some would give some how. Statistically. Statistics mean little until you become part of them in the unlikely scenarios.

Flying in the twilight

You needed to escape and I opened the emergency exit door for you. Now, the world is your Oyster. Go on and enjoy it. Too sorry I won't be travelling with you, but not regretting being happy instead.


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The twilight is the right time for departing. It's the time of acceptance just before the despair kicks in. The last rays of sun before the sombre toughts. It would be unbearable on the ground, it lingers when flying a long haul, until we softly let ourselves fall asleep.

when at the brink

Stop. Invariably, the brink is at the border of something. Land, space, sea, desire, direction, expectations. It often reveals something new, which doesn't mean it's better: it's just unknown. And, more often than not, magical. We look in awe at the sea from a cliff, at a mountain from the valley, at the world from space, and tend to forget how beautiful the stars are from the earth, how fruitful and luxurious the surroundings of the streams, how safe and comforting is the terra firma.

We shouldn't avoid magic from happening. Nothing is better than walking in the edge, but, remember: the twilight is just a breeze of time between day and night.

At the brink of collapse you can still smile. At the brink of giving up you should move forward. At the brink of despair you can, most of the times, turn back.

Shorts season #2

Sometimes, we find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, too far from anywhere.  Hopefully, on a boat, rather than a plane.

Shorts season #1

Malgré moi.