taintedside @ 2004-04-02T20: 14:00
Copincollo what I just posted on FIAPP (who knows me knows what FIAPP) ... is a thought that is for days around my head and that makes me strangely active, pleasure-strangely of my waking hours and my sleep (although last night I slept only from one until five and a half):
leave behind miles
and turning around to see the black road of red earth
as the best American films
in front of me yet she goes up and down, without fear
walking. No hurry
Starbucks waiting for the next stop on my side and maybe a few moments to sit
enjoy a coffee and then leave because the nostalgia of living
knows no fatigue.
That hurt, that pain, that tension
inner life of the evil oozing
is only a desire to get drunk
of it and live it, whatever it is and accept
toasting with red wine and peaches white.
The goal is not an end,
is the same as a travel destination, a purpose,
a conclusion worthy of the name only because
moving
things can be, they still die, and we like them.
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