Thursday, November 12, 2009
Red Checkered Tablecloth
We are in October 1996, the exact date I do not remember, words are written in free hand left-handed, this note is significant ...
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write write slowly, being careful not to mistake
control the muscles of the hand
one at a time, follow to gaze upon the direction of the pen
ready to correct the glitch before it is too late
making incomprehensible sign.
Slowly, slowly savoring
experience the feelings that go through there,
taste the bitterness of life for
able to see the small changes
taste, look for the nuances of sweetness
that 'love, run into the salty taste
tears
change pen, change suddenly
even more attention, the ink is fresh
leaves traces that make writing even more fragile
fracile as the moments of happiness, as the perception of a
scent that lasts just long enough to trigger emotions and feelings
and then vanish, leaving orphans and scare those same emotions
written words, those who stumble,
running, jumping, deviate from the path
mirages of thoughts, feelings avalon Words and music
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