when someone understands you

"Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief."

khalil gibran, from "the madman"

est-ce que je peux?

comme une chanson de billie,
soyons tranquille.
je connais les meilleurs coins secrets
viens avec moi
mon nuage.

hugging pebbles

sometimes one may wake up on a roof. oh yes he knows how he has gotten there. the only funny thing is that he feels like hugging the pebbles. for they are the only warm bits around. actually the roof has nothing but pebbles. then, he recalls mixing the roof with a shore. can anyone blame him? pebbles are found on the shores and not on the roofs. now he gets dizzy again. or is he tipsy? has he had anything?

whatever, he lies over. tummy, feet and cheeks are happy now. what can be more important?

and here comes the rain. too lazy to climb down. just closes his eyes and imagines the roof becoming a shore.

sur le toit

je me dois faire rien
et je me fais rien.

maintenant, je me tiens au-dessus d'un ville occupée.
mais ce qui n'est pas occupé?

listening to arvo pärt

...
"When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she consoles me like the night.

The harmony is far too great,
That governs all her body fair,
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there.

O mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow--
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low!"


and reading pieces of baudelaire.

it is almost dawning. time to metamorphose -or meta morph ose- into a sweet slumber; "faint and low".
nothing shiny of a daylight sort can be demanded now. i should prolong the night, make a console out of sleep.
morpheus will watch out for -ose, and i shall be as impotent as i can be in the delightful charm of dreams. tabula rasa. silentium.

(funny how selenium pops up now, selen; luna, moon. silentium selenium...)

a wild(e) serendipity

http://upword.com/wilde/de_profundis.html

it is not until half an hour ago that i heard about this oscar wilde piece.
many things left me breathless now.

"he talks to me on literature as well. and yes, blankets are even softer now, between us."

ok. later.

embraceable you

watching bosphorus from a balcony on an island.
we are chilled. he gets blankets from inside. wine is even more tasteful now.
i listen to him talking about music and philosophy.
blankets warm me even better now.

a dream is not a dream.

the first interlude

some duration of time has intervened in the show. oh yes "the show will go on".
but how long will this duration be?
there is the overused question: how long is a moment?

but do i need a sort of time jargon to stop?
is stopping about time?