When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in the waiting room with old magazines and photos on the wall rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
Let’s suppose it is summer and a perfume of flower is evaporating in the air. Dry. Some regrets on the porch of the church and a tui claiming its freedom.
t was mainly the instructions for the day,
like « you should stay in the shade »
« you sleep too long »
or « you should eat less quickly »
or « chew longer »
in other words, the list of things to do
things that have to be done
or should be done
to live longer
it was that, mainly, that was exhausting
That’s how she would create each day, collecting moments that would not repeat themselves, only knowing how to live them, drinking with laughter, in the green forest and the white milk, the lukewarm air and the singing
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