14.5.09

memory drum






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wander not how place grows bigger in my dreams

πώς μεγαλώνουνε οι τόποι στα τραγούδια μου





great mystery surrounds


i lessen my strength
i play with childrens' drums

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Ritva είπε...

about memories- of course.

when i was a child i spent all my summers in a big house, in a manor.(without my own family)
when i came back after 3 months to our little apartment in the city, i felt like a sailor on land, after a long time at sea, kind of dizziness. my home had become a doll-house while i was away. the proportions made me dizzy.

Finn είπε...

I now live in the city i grew up. During the 13 years i spent in another city, i changed, the city changed. In one short visit, i could recognise almost nothing, not a face, not a place. In my memories they were totally different.

I crossed the road to school that my mother helped me cross- so small now. I visited my old house- hardly the same door, garden, roof, windows. I looked for my school- all the trees were taken down.

This week i am going to meet my first teacher who i loved dearly.

i left those memories out of the new city to create some new !


Thank you for your comment!

siren είπε...

... I don't know... perhaps sometimes it's better to live with memories...(???)

Finn είπε...

i think memories can be traced in the present- they are inside the person we are now. So, yes, we live by our memories, but it is a bit dangerous to live in them.. We have to create a new relation here, with present time.