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Ghosts: they lose the tracks of their beloved in lightning or flash light. Lost ghosts are the loneliest non-creatures.
Ghosts: How to become one? Forget time, necessities, barriers.
Ghosts: How to love one? Forget time, necessities, barriers.
Ghosts: they show themselves only once; just before they leave you.
May 31, 2013 § 3 Comments
Sweetness: this evening, this wind the skin has missed, the flirting sun not wanting to set alone.
Sigh: All that was. All that won’t be. All that went wrong. All that went right. All the words, without words. Or just this warmth.
Midnight: sometimes we must start in the middle, move to the start, then return to the end and restart again. There’s no hurry midnights.
Midnight: or how to share a night.
Midnight: the midwife of days.
Midnight: place your words into its darkness, light and eery, in your dream.
Early morning: the soul without the world in the background.
Beauty: the same sunlight since millions of years; its certainty, its warmth, its forgiveness.
Random: fate when too enthusiastic.
Catastrophe: fate when bored.
Fair: fate when lacking inspiration.
Fate: not the Nobel Prize for Peace laureate.
Double jeopardy: we might once get what we thought we really wanted.
Sight: the other side.
Reason: Say, you’ve made the best cherry jam ever, but you have no jar for it. Eat it all at once or go a day back in time? Be reasonable!
Distance: time measured by meters, meters measured by falling trees, trees exchanging roots for branches.
Closeness: just a trembling note between the two dancers; just the second after a phone call; an ink that won’t dry with time.
Happiness: buying warm fresh bread; sharing a corner of it with my son on our walk home.
Loss: You don’t have to have had something in order to lose it, as we can never really possess anything. Thus, losing is a matter of desire.
Grief: it comes in waves and leaves with parts of the rocks.