Category: Photo Documentary

Motivational poem

When poetry was moved

Through windows unknown to self

I sat with you

To break it through

The gossip

You told me that life was hard

You told me that it feels weak

When the pavement was as solid as a stone

And the floor neatly cleaned

And the sadness poured through dust

Collected by a vacuum cleaner

And revealed grace as strong as a believer

In the past that just had enough

And the future that held treasure

of golden pencils

fired through time.

Keep going.

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Poem and photography: Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini, 2025. All rights reserved.

On coming back to oneself

“Mum, I do not think that people lose talents. I think that they disconnect from them and then God gives them tasks that will help them come back to themselves and make them reconnect with their talents again” said A. the other day as if answering the question set to him by the universe while looking at the passing clouds through our orangery’s see-through roof . Kids, they just get it, don’t they? Often much earlier than we do.