How many bags will I need for three days, two weeks, a month? How many bags? One for three days, three for two weeks, five for a month? or only one for the rest of my life (and what would I put in it)? how many bags?
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vertigo
the vertigo of colors the spirit of contradiction, a strange pleasure, trembling with anguish, I resume my journey, then I go back, to the scene of the crime. That was long ago.
a certain beauty
Looking through the wet window, sadness has settled in, a certain beauty awaits, breathes, waiting for the good weather, listening time making noise, the room has been almost emptied , forced to murmur to avoid being spied on,
weaving links*
I will weave connections, trembling threads in the fresh air of the river, traits of light, airin attempts, some like nothing, some kinds of magnets, or fingers seeking a solar story.
life line*
There would be days, ordinary days, filled with daily tasks, performed slowly, a kind of contentment, a certain joy from contemplating one’s life line (broken, but still).
*posted for the first time in April 2019, reviewed and corrected (hopefully for the better) in April 2020
