Sometimes I wonder whether the complexity of life is more or less than that I imagine. I always stood up and counted, hoping to become a little bit more sure, more wise, more courageous. I looked much further, walked until the sun set. Where were my batteries ?? Eight pages of complexity, of irrationality, of despair, of feeling, of hope, of misunderstood…ness? Do you want me to know everything about you? I know I try, but “can’t you be believing now”? A remark for each.
Sounds – surround me, envelop me, move me, threaten me, touch me, leave me, slap me, kiss me, tear me, walk over me, lift me, push me, enrage me
Microuniverse – I am in one, I escaped from one, It escaped from me, it lives, it will die, i can see it, and not
Alcove – purposely putting my foot on the threshold, hesitating, not knowing whether it is of a new life but needing to act, as heavy, murky walls threaten my breath and my vision which darkens with every inch I fail to move
Request – making one to the universe, to God, to myself… who is it that decides, in the end?
Writing – A word once said dies for the world, only the impression it makes changes the universe. Once written, it lives forever, yet its legacy is and isn’t.
Reasons – looking for them to do something, makes it worth nothing. not looking makes it a mistake… most of the time
Prayer - please don’t make me forget that only I am in the center of my universe!
A lust, a thirst, a body – feed me, use me, abuse me! what happens when only torture can keep you alive?
