Thursday, October 6, 2011

Fragments

This hall is silent and covered up in darkness. Seated on some stairs holding my knees, I close my eyes, rise up my head and listen to the sharp and whispered, almost transparent sound of violin.

I feel like floating in green clear water, and smooth fragments of music are bubbling up out of my mouth… one spin, two spins…


Low and intense hum.


Five cellos, five layers of reality.


Sitting on the fence in a small paved square near the sea; the cold and round touch of metal. It’s so much sun. My eyes engulfing all the bright light around. And you close in, so close… and your scent recalls the frost and spice. So close that my head rest on your chest; your breath makes this thin film of colors and scents vibrates. Paaaaaaaang! Deep and heavy, the echo of drum shattered the light and pushed me back into the dark. These stairs I’m sitting on are gently rippling. I’m trapped back.





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