Wednesday, November 6, 2013

universes

Sometimes I breathe cello. But, on that night, in the concert hall, when I breathed cello I could have seen his voice. Clearly. The color, the tone color. And suddenly I remembered being in the middle of the boulevard isolated from the outside world by his voice. A structure of feel and sound that was no longer in my ears, but somewhere inside my head caressing my skull from within. The almost tango like cadence of some whispered words that struck me every time I heard them. As a remembrance, a confession and farewell letter all infused in the roundness of the vowels I could hear. And, on that day, a million of butterflies flew right through my viscera. That young man appeared from nowhere right in front of my eyes. For a heart-beat-time, I thought it was him. Tall and svelte. With sweatpants emphasizing his long legs and slim waist, and a red sleeveless T-shirt. I could not see any details of his face, but the face line, dark scruffy hair, and one shoulder while passing by. It was that sort of Fringe-like moment, when I thought that a replica-stranger appeared from a pocket universe for few seconds just to intersect with my trajectory and to disappear few steps afterwards, leaving me there in the middle of the street breathless, with that acute sensation that what I saw it was him. For minutes, I’ve felt my heart-beats unbound. At the crosswalk, I stopped and I checked my phone. Then I was looking aside and smiled totally wonderingly… ”on his….birthday?!”
 
 
 
 

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