“Tell me, if I would catch you someday
and kiss the sole of your foot,
you would limp a little bit afterwards, isn’t it,
in fear not to crush my kiss?… “
This love is a castle with old cracked walls, dark and covered
in climbing ivy, with beds of silk and walls of glossy paper.
All windows face south viewing the sparkling sea, while smoothened waves daily dive
after sunken dreams hiding in the deep darkness like pearls.
Broken time spreads like a network over us, putting us in the eye of the storm
until the wind turns to try to sink our castle again.
Vapid shades of gray disolve in the color giving back the life to suffocating buds
suspended in the crackling air that shapes our castle at dawn.
100 words, memyselfandela, 2013
As I find myself with no trace of sleep in the middle of the night I can hear my thoughts passing through my mind.
I have not listened to this fantastic song in a very long time. It tells me many stories, it has many tastes and colors in my mind and soul. It makes me remember certain days, sensations long forgotten, thoughts long put aside get back to me in the same manner like Proust was revealed past memories while eating tea soaked cake. I am searching for the lost time as well, and this essence of the past invades me as well very often as I try to put together missing pieces of this puzzle I call life.
The mechanism of the memory is fascinating. It’s incredible for me how certain things have remained imprinted deep in my mind, while others seem to have vanished forever. Only that sometimes, from long forgotten dusty corners of my mind that I even forget that exist, images, memories and moments rise again. And this takes me back in time and most often makes me happy.
May your night be good, may your dreams be sweet and your wishes come true.
200 words, memyselfandela, 2013