I have so much to tell; the truth reminds me of the sound into a tube or on a tympan on the head of a drum; or the tampering with the means of spreading the infinite impost supporting the definite arch.
I have so much to collect; now, I collect the things to support a life's endurance.
I spread on the leaves of a book; my sight falls like mist.
I collect my handwritten myths; lying on some moment's sudden clear insight. The rest seems now as shadow.
Spread along the path, the appearance of a house and a tree, of a mountain and a spring, of a figure of a man.
Next, I 'll be all my tree's fallen leaves on the tampered path by our time. I see this image. I know it is being shaped with the speed of a runner.
I am eager.
Let's pretend I exist. Let me be old for one instant. Now, I am there in the time's stop.
[perhaps]
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I have just read your comments. I am with no computer at home. My ex. has it kidnapped. I am quite stupid letting him have it, but well.
At work I cannot hear it. But I will take a time and listen it. Thanks for the link.
We are travelling all the time, trying to find, collect, get lost, be found, stopping to breath, and holding trees. I need to write again. I only can write when I need...but unfortunaty can not find my words in english...to share with you.
I am not sure if I found what I was looking for. I am in a strange moment of life. I am trying to cut with the past, trying not to forget good moments, to full the present with things...but I cannot. My ex.is so present in my life (we end as friends, but things go so messy...that I am not sure where I am) that cannot start again...need some time to know if all those things that I have been collecting lately are useful for the future.
Messy life, messy feelings, messy days. Sorry.
"...I know it is being shaped with the speed of a runner."
This line echoes within me...
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