love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom that a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
that all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
(e.e. cummings)
jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010
miércoles, 8 de julio de 2009
affAIR
Everybody knows what I'm talking about...I know you can feel it, and I also know you wonder who it is. I'll tell you his story, the story of my best friend Mr. Air.
We met some years ago, it happened when I was thirteen. I used to live in the city and I hated him there, he was dirty and hot and had a very annoying friend Mr. SMOG.
At the age of thirteen I moved to a beautiful beach. The first night I arrived there I went to the beach and sat on the sand, and on that very moment I started to hear a strage voice. "is someone there?" I asked but there was no answer. Suddenly he appeared, he moved my hair and my skirt, I felt afraid because he was very powerful. In spite of the fear I talked to him and I said "I didn't know you were so fresh". He left and I couldn't talk to him that night.
Next day I was nervous, I was looking forward to visiting him again, and hearing his strange voice. When I got to the beach he was there, but this time he didn't approach, I had to run behind him. Can you belive it? I was chasing the air. I never caught him of course, but when he saw me so tired he came, fresh again and gave me strenght.
I asked why he was running away from me and he told me I was the very first person that had talked to him. Poor of him he didn't have friends.
We started an interesting chat. He said something about the waves and then talked about the moon. It was really delighting. He had traveled around the world and met all kind of people but he never talked to anyone.
Everynight we talked and talked. He told me about his life and experiences, things that he had never said before. Every night I stayed awake listening to his stories, trying to catch a little bit of his wisdom. I used to fall asleep most of the time, and he used to embrace me in his arms (the strongest wind I've ever seen) and bring me home.
One day when I was at school he came to visit me. I was in maths class (the shittiest class). The teacher used to close all the windows inside the classroom, so I knew he was outside and he couldn't tell me anything. I don't know how but despite I didn't see him I knew where he was, I could feel it. Maths class used to be long and boring for me but definitely this was the longest and most boring ever. When the bell rang I ran and he was there: "I need to talk to you right now!"
He told me something terrible will happen very soon!! His friend Mr. SMOG had known about this quiet and clean beach and had decided it would be fun to transform it in a dirty and messy place. He was worried 'cose he knew I loved the beach.
"What will we do?"
I felt so sad...everything I had known will disappear, I had been so happy, I wanted it to last forever but it was impossible.
"so tell me, is he powerful?" I asked.
"he's is much more powerful than me" Air said sadly. "I cannot control this situation, can't handle it, sorry"
It's weird as things change, it is so easy to smear the clean and who can clean the mess. Nobody
Two months later I moved again, to a city, and I never came back to the beach...our beach...the beach where I met him, where I was happy.
We met some years ago, it happened when I was thirteen. I used to live in the city and I hated him there, he was dirty and hot and had a very annoying friend Mr. SMOG.
At the age of thirteen I moved to a beautiful beach. The first night I arrived there I went to the beach and sat on the sand, and on that very moment I started to hear a strage voice. "is someone there?" I asked but there was no answer. Suddenly he appeared, he moved my hair and my skirt, I felt afraid because he was very powerful. In spite of the fear I talked to him and I said "I didn't know you were so fresh". He left and I couldn't talk to him that night.
Next day I was nervous, I was looking forward to visiting him again, and hearing his strange voice. When I got to the beach he was there, but this time he didn't approach, I had to run behind him. Can you belive it? I was chasing the air. I never caught him of course, but when he saw me so tired he came, fresh again and gave me strenght.
I asked why he was running away from me and he told me I was the very first person that had talked to him. Poor of him he didn't have friends.
We started an interesting chat. He said something about the waves and then talked about the moon. It was really delighting. He had traveled around the world and met all kind of people but he never talked to anyone.
Everynight we talked and talked. He told me about his life and experiences, things that he had never said before. Every night I stayed awake listening to his stories, trying to catch a little bit of his wisdom. I used to fall asleep most of the time, and he used to embrace me in his arms (the strongest wind I've ever seen) and bring me home.
One day when I was at school he came to visit me. I was in maths class (the shittiest class). The teacher used to close all the windows inside the classroom, so I knew he was outside and he couldn't tell me anything. I don't know how but despite I didn't see him I knew where he was, I could feel it. Maths class used to be long and boring for me but definitely this was the longest and most boring ever. When the bell rang I ran and he was there: "I need to talk to you right now!"
He told me something terrible will happen very soon!! His friend Mr. SMOG had known about this quiet and clean beach and had decided it would be fun to transform it in a dirty and messy place. He was worried 'cose he knew I loved the beach.
"What will we do?"
I felt so sad...everything I had known will disappear, I had been so happy, I wanted it to last forever but it was impossible.
"so tell me, is he powerful?" I asked.
"he's is much more powerful than me" Air said sadly. "I cannot control this situation, can't handle it, sorry"
It's weird as things change, it is so easy to smear the clean and who can clean the mess. Nobody
Two months later I moved again, to a city, and I never came back to the beach...our beach...the beach where I met him, where I was happy.
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