Sometimes, when the destruction is too big, it is better to sing.
Read MoreOn freedom, enduring
Posts by Yara Zgheib
On 46th and 8th
I’ll go back to Manhattan,
As if nothin’ ever happened…
On the piano
The moon, after high-speed impact with a foreign object, continues to wobble for eight hundred years.
Read MoreOn dust and ions
In the beginning,
There was a poem,
On vacation
“We must pretend
There’s a blue painting
At the end of this poem…”
On a sunset
as if what exists, exists,
so that it can be lost,
On the Danube
Once upon a time, two people drank champagne from a ten-euro bottle…
Read MoreOn track
It’s gonna be all right. Here comes the sun.
Read MoreOn the record
“They made a statue of us, and put it on a mountaintop,”
Read MoreOn the Fourth of August, again
“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.”
– Ernest Hemingway