| The painting in the metro I went into the metro, as well. Where are we going? Like a book�s first page. Like a first time visit to the exhibition of an unknown artist. Dazzled!. Frightened and moderate passengers, schizophrenic, disabled, hurried, narcissistic, deliberate, indifferent, organized, dreamers, persuaders, lazy, shining-fat talkers, fanatics, complicated, cunning, observers � |
| A modern art painting with no connection, queer, with possible deep hidden meanings. In the next station some walk out, others come in. I take some paper outand begin to write, and write, and write �until the dawn. I have an appointment with an old friend, whom I haven�t seen for many years. The way I am, what shall I tell her? The mind is running from topic to topic, from station to station, the train is running as well. New paintings, new frames, new colours, new people changing the colour of the wagon. Now it looks light blue. They say that the train will start to fly and that it will not need rails anymore. The door opened in the station and I came face to face with the best painting of my life. Dumb, still unexpressive, unyielding, I was looking in the maze for the artist. Stations were exchanging one with another. The tunnel �The darkness. I have to go out soon. Bright colours again under the sun, the trees, the river �the people. But �the speed is very high! Colours �Yes! We began to fly � |
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| She then straddles the chair � I butt out my cigarette, I drink the last shot, speechless, I slowly put my jacket over one shoulder and without paying any attention, I close the door behind me and stagger to the stairs. I hear swearing behind me but I had my mind set on another. You promised yourself not to go out in the rain, but now its hailing and you are walking alone in the street. You hear a voice swearing and someone staggering down the stairs. You don�t understand what is happening until the harsh words turn to sarcastic laughing. For a brief moment, it sounds familiar. I open the door. All I see is two open legs, I am unable to see her face as she is lying on the bed� She shouts �come� with open arms ... Suddenly I noticed on her finger my beloved ring ... Hand in hand we walked the shores we were talking about staying together forever. |
| how to love and make love when we were on holiday. You have told me so many things about the two of us, about your problems, your luxurious house, your parents � You told me that you would wait for me, I would come and find you. You would first ask your mother, who would convince your father that we could be married, when soon we would all meet together. To see your eyes, was never enough for me,your face... when the sun set on the island. |
| You were only eighteen. I taught you, with difficulty, |
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