From: Ana Carvalho <email@example.com>
To: Maria Kapajeva <firstname.lastname@example.org>
i’ve been so busy these days… sorry for not talking to you yesterday…
how about to set a new theme for our blog? and start inviting people?
you said you have some ideias.
these days i can only think about loneliness. not related to sadness… but with the daily life, tasks, hurry… all these things related to our days and cities…. maybe we could explore this… but you said something about tea. and tea remembers me meetings. so it would be much happier to talk about it instead of loneliness…
well, let’s talk and see what we decide for next topic.
i’m looking forward to it!!!
i have got this email from you today.
i am dreaming about tea or coffee alone.
just me, coffee/tea and book.
but i have no time for it.
so should we invite other women then?
what do I do? it feels like a huge puzzle, no. there are lots of pieces and I try to combine them.
The photography may be one of cores of my life. Everything is connected to it. My relationship with my husband David Dector, who is also photographer, my sons – they are big part of my photography. But it’s hard. I finished a book “Kitab Al-Balad” a year ago and it still haven’t been published, soon my second book will be finished and nothing. Why I’m doing that? Selfpeety is bad i know it.
So I do my photography and wait. At least I do it good.
*Julia Komissaroff, photographer from Israel.
we all run and run and run. no time. no breathe.
i have no answer. i am runner too.
i can see only a tiny piece of sky from my window.
and i dream about sea. calm sea.
Around me, small fragments of daily life
searching for a path
I go along
being the word
Even without a route
I’m the guide
In the heart of a babble
My words vanish
gather on the floor
Sometimes, someone stumbles on them
and a question will arise
From the seed word
springs up a clear speech
It grows dark
the house becomes quiet
as the others fall asleep
I think I’m also going to sleep
’cause I am afraid to look
(eyes in the mirror)
*Renata Resende, Brazil ( historian, teacher and mother of João Pedro)
I’m looking directly at time
in our busy time, then we all have
very little or no time at all.
*Yelena Popova, artist based in UK.
from the old house I keep all the memories
of a story that happened there and made me possible writing
writing is something essential
the very gesture that attaches me to the world
take it off and I die
as many others have said…
*glaura cardoso, brazil
(translation: ana carvalho and eduardo assis)