In the rain

Walking back home, under my electric pink umbrella, accompanied only by the sound of my heels on the pavement and the music of the rain all around me, with the mixt of the smells of smoke and autumn , with the colored lights reflected in the water, a symphony of senses , I felt like moving in an impressionist painting .

A wish

I wish I was a snowflake, carried away by the gentle breeze, over the silent city, over concrete and stone, over the black shilouttes , to rest on your palm, to be melt by your warm, to become part of your journey..

Today, 20 October 2016

I sat on the cold grass, in the thin air indulging myself in your universe. The few people that walked past my solitary place were casting inquiring glances. The pages in my hand were shivering like a small bird’s heartbeat. With each word I read , I was getting closer to understanding you, still .. there’s a long way till I can put your little infinite in my palm and look at it. 
At the pay desk, a man in his 30s carrying a basket full with greens in his hand was standing in front of me. He turned to me and with a large smile on the face, he offered me his place. I accepted the favor and smiled him back, ignoring his talking and found myself thinking : “it’s easy when you have a pleasant appearance”  
In the car, the driver starts chattering about politics and traffic and other small trivial issues . I treat him with silence. At the radio she’s singing my heart and my thoughts . I close my eyes and there I find myself trapped in one last fool’s dance: “  
“Une derniere danse/ Pour oublier ma peine immense..”  
Je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent la pluie
Un peu d'amour un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur ..
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole..  
Sur ce chemin en ton absence..

On my way , near my place I look again to that shut door , a simple white on black - from the outside, a lot of questions from the inside ,” today is not the day” I say and move on..
On the stairs , my neighbour, a very old lady with poor eyesight and a grouchy face is staring at me , I say “hello” ~ getting no reply, “she must have lost her hearing too”, I think.. At home, my cat says in her own special way that she missed me.

~ ~And I find you guilty for melting the ice on my window and opening my eyes to the world again.~ ~

OM