14/08/2026 – Impresie. Albastru inefabil…

more days at the torunka cafe – satoshi yagisawa

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As I listened to him, I thought about how each person has their own story they tell themselves about their lives. Mr. Numata’s was his and his alone. It was a story that I’d had no way of knowing, and one, I suppose, that I hadn’t needed to know. But he and I were connected by the place that had brought us together, the Torunka Café.

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“‘In life, reunions are the closest thing we get to miracles.’”

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Time had flown by, regardless of how I felt about it.

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“I feel the same way. There’s a powerful magic in Chopin’s music that seizes your heart and won’t let go. It has such tenderness to it. I can’t think of a composer who surpasses him in that regard.”
“You feel it in your heart . . . I know exactly what you mean.”

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din perspectiva cuiva care a avut pozele lui chopin, eminescu si byron pe usa, in adolescenta, am rezonat ceva cu acest capitol – “Chopin in the Afternoon”