Thursday, January 04, 2007

I wish I could go to the beach right now, in the middle of the night. A beach where the sun is shining high and the beautiful sea is tipsy but grave, lost in the pride of its own magnitude. I could have walked on the bright shores, leaving everything behind like the footsteps on the wet sand, dissolving all melancholy in the sound of waves.

I am no one. There is no one other. An exclamation, a line with a dot...

In the emptiness of joys, in the density of sorrows, many times I see a ray of light. Tingling from space. An imaginary thing.

I keep walking. It’s getting cold. I already have cough. It’s getting worse. Are you listening? But she does not respond. She is not listening. It starts raining. We look at each other. We keep walking.

The ray of light falls straight in my eyes. It’s annoying. I left early from office today. Should I buy milk and bread on the way? Are they over? I don’t remember. The kiosk passes by.

A florescent lamp glows without any prejudice in my bedroom. I close the book. I switch it off. I try to sleep. She snores.

I imagine my dream. My feet are wet. My arms are folded. I am looking at my footsteps. But it’s too dark. I wish the sun were shining high and the beautiful sea is tipsy but grave...I wish it was not raining.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.