Once upon a time, in a small coffee-house, an odd group of people gathered. A few journalists, two rebels with a cause, one writer and one lost soul. He was the writer and I was the lost soul.Everybody were noisy, talking, only two of us were quiet. But our eyes were sending secret messages. Mine were screaming “Save me! Love me!”, and his were answering ” I wish I could…I wish that so much, but I can’t.”. The dawn departed us all. The magic had gone. I never saw him again.
Maybe we were the right persons, but the time was wrong…or maybe the time was right and we were wrong. Maybe is a beautiful, mysterious word.
Happy Saint Valentine’s Day to you!
Special thanks goes to Ljiljana Bursac, Nini Baseema, Kiyo Murakami, Murielle Mirabelle Velay Michel, Jelena Grujic, Ian Furnis, Bolek Budzyn, Thierry Bruet, Gines Serran, Mark Sadan and to all of you.
Maia Sylba
Cover by Kiyo Murakami
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Mark Sadan
I was photographing images after the fall of the Soviet Union and was in a remote country
in a village and all of the children gathered about to be included in the pictures, there was one young teen age girl who stood apart watching, not jumping or clamoring, watching the other children and the photographer…and her eyes looked into mine and we knew we could
see each other… That was 1994, …18 years ago…she would be in her early 30’s now,
and I wonder where she is, who she is…if she has been sitting in a cafe…midst the swiriling energy , passions, dreams, watching, thinking , doing the wonderful things
she was meant to do…
So to you dear Maia and your friends … Happy Valentines Day…while it is
yet February…It takes a while but the messages of the heart find their way
(and I see you…)
mark sadan