Imagine that these are linden trees. June it’s their season. My college is on a boulevard full of linden trees. In june, before exams, imagine my mood for learning. Kisses are exhaustive and plenipotentiary surrounded by the smell of linden flowers. Dreams get a real and palpable silver contour. Somehow, bitter tears taste sweet under a linden tree. Its flowers have this amazing power of turning time according to your needs. Find a linden tree and hug him. Like I did yesterday.
You look down but you did nothing wrong. All the nights, all the days pass in silence, covering with their loud silence the pure truth. You did nothing wrong.
Look! The world is performing circus for you! See their clown faces, some sad, some happy, but all having the necessary big red nose. Listen! The sound is travelling the air for you! Slices of words, phrases, some sad, some happy, but all having the necessary “ah” or “wow” or “sh…t” prefix. Look, listen, but don’t touch. All will vanish like a soap bubble hold by a dry hand. Da, all the world’s a stage, totus mundus…
I just woke up. I had a funny dream. I was a tiny spec of light, wandering confused and dizzy into a sea of specs of light. Did you ever play “Splode” on your phone? No? Good!
The light passes through the stained glass and whispers: purple, blue, orange. These are the colors I was looking for.
I’m not a practicing christian, but I feel we have to remember the departed.
When I am on the move I feel alive. I see people, places, things. I feel that they are asking me to take their picture. I spend hours with every subject. When I am positive that I captured all their meaning, I move along.