Amarcord (or, Jupiter in Cancer whispers: Let it be!)

Deep within us, we all have secret chambers where we store happiness. These treasures are stashed so cleverly, it’s as if we’ve hidden them even from ourselves. Think of that golden day on a picnic, when the grass glowed greener than any emerald we’d see today. Or that one glorious weekend, untouched by parental quarrels, when we stood in awe as Mom and Dad laughed together, their voices entwined, maybe for the first and final time. Years later, the fleeting moment when we clasped hands with the one who made our heart race, pumping blood and urging us to flee…

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Stormborn (Here it comes, Mars and Saturn opposition)

I’m on vacation by the sea. The same place, who knows how many times now. Familiar faces greet me, and in the evening, we raise glasses on the pier. We drink whatever’s brought—chilled wine or beer. There’s a lightness when no grand expectations weigh us down. Children race from one end of the village to the other, every adult in this tight-knit community knowing each child’s parents by heart. That, too, brings ease. It’s as if the opposition of Mars and Saturn was waiting for me to notice how everything is falling apart. Because I’m an astrologer, and we astrologers…

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In a Moment (or, One Moment of Inattention Was Enough for Venus in Cancer)

Every village home hides a box of old photographs, each one a relic of time. The boxes evolve with the years, just like the images inside, which fade as memories do. Black-and-white photos crack at the edges, their hues stubbornly enduring, while color snapshots blur, perhaps because our eyes, now spoiled by sharp resolutions, judge the old ways harshly. But I prefer to see it this way: as we forget the names of faces in those frames, their features soften. When the moment they captured slips entirely from memory, the foreground blends into the background, and we lose why someone…

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