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?!”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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