Big Fish

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Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy, and they got up to all sorts of mischief. No, they weren’t bad children. They would just get bored on a lazy Sunday afternoon, that’s all. Actually, they’d get bored any old day of the week – it really didn’t matter when. They were in constant need of stimulation to keep their creative juices flowing, much like overripe cows in want of round-the-clock milking. That’s why the boy and girl were always poking their curious, little noses into different things.

So, the girl and the boy were feeling quite nebby. They sat there, swinging restless legs over the edge of a bridge high above a river flowing with ideas. And the adults! They had such serious faces! Why were they beached there on the riverbanks below just doing nothing? Well, that wasn’t entirely true. They were writing books and editing…

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“the souls fly away” by Anna Maria Mangione-28 September 2013

I learned to silently observe the evolution of events
the succession of incredible changes
changes and, disappointments
almost, I did not do more ‘evil.
It ‘s just a moment, a brief pang that rends the heart,
but then I realize and strong breath
and think and reflect, and I conclude that
everything changes:
our face and those in their care
and the soul,
Now bitter sweet now.
I’m the same I create the conditions for this to happen
maybe I just think I know how to give, love
and instead
or love too much or too little
i do not lose enough, i’m not as tolerant
And transigente.
I see around me souls that dance, twirl and woo me,

then disappear, they dissolve, and I, I can only
silently thank God for the joy
had to have them in my way,
for a day, for a month, for a year or for a long time.
Thanks to those who know how to love my strength serene and
my calm wild! Kiss! _____ANNA___________


Anna Maria Mangione – September 28, 2013

“My darling, I’ve travelled thousands of miles, I’ve crossed rivers and moved mountains. I’ve suffered and endured agonies. I’ve resisted temptation, and I’ve followed the sun so that I could stand before you and tell you I love you.” Lovely words from the 2000 Turkish-German film IN JULY.



I never knew how a mom should be
My mom is a gangrene flower on my collar

She didn’t let my head lean
On the knees of peace
Never caressed my hair
At the compassion- horoscope
My mom was a sea of anger
Whose waves hit my childhood

My mom was a barricade
On the road to reaching myself
Knocked about my ambitions
And tripped my future up
Put her ego to my life like a gun
She was an exclamation mark
In front of my dreams
At my youth pulsating inside of me

I am my mom’s waste
As never being written italic
In front of property and power
My mom is a sorrowful mistake
Filling her life with wares

I never knew how a mom should be
My mom is a gangrene flower on my collar


(Translated by Serkan Engin
and Marcela Villar M.)