On a street in the neighborhood the other day, a car appeared without wheels, without engine, without windows, without seats. A mere car carcass. Someone had bothered to cart it there but its utility – beyond wishful thinking – was hard to see. You had to be really desperate or really imaginative to find beauty or usefulness in that heap of metal. It could not be scavenged for parts as it didn’t have any. Nor was it some rare model worthy of restoration: it was just a Renault 12 – or what was left of it – fallen on ever harder times. But whatever its past or its future, it was now my rusty neighbor […]
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11 responses to “Refuge in Other People’s Homes”
Wow. That really rang true for me. I have lived in a car. Now I am fortunate to own a house. And to ne married to a woman whonever stops making the house a home.
Tom, it sounds like you are in a good place. Abrazos! Kevin
This is beautiful. It reminds me of that saying: Home is where the heart is.
Gracias Hank!
A beautiful story. We should have cities that offer expressions of compassion as readily as rebuke. I am reminded of Fito’s song “Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazoón”.
Now THAT would surprise people! Abrazos!
Those are powerful words “I feel that I’ve been on the run my entire life” – for many of us, perhaps a necessary prelude (obligatory school of hard knocks) to finding home here, anywhere, everywhere… always a joy, Kevin, to connect here.
Denise: Absolutely. Thank you for your beautiful words. Abrazos!
Sometimes, we’re all rusty old cars that are still recognizable. Good stuff!
Looking forward to one about your time sleepin’ rough!
Siempre me gusta volver a leer un texto tuyo Kevin, abrazos
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Hermoso Kevin. Gracias por tu arte, por invitarnos a viajar con tu fantasía y realidad.
“… y harás de dónde estás tu hogar.
Y te negarás a moverte de ese lugar nunca más.”
¡Bienvenido Kevin!! Una alegría enorme que hayas elegido a Baires y al Tango como tu hogar. Afortunad@s somos!! 💞🎶🎀 Abrazos!!💞❤️😘