Wednesday, April 4, 2018

The woman tells me to breathe
In and out
And to think of waves in the ocean
I do
I feel
The warmth of the green waters
I hear
The sound of the night of longing
For something that is right there
But that I know will be soon left behind
As I leave to a foreign (but how foreign?) land
The warm green waters roll down my face
It's spring, the woman reminds me
Time of renewal
Repetition and opportunities to start anew (Lefebvre)
Older projects, coincidentally, sneak up on me like the sound of birds after the cold is over
Music. Insistence. Resistance.
Because nothing is ever the same as always
And nothing is ever completely new
Saudade


March 20, 2018