The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

There is always an imperfect moment. We know it like fish in troubled water. And the shark is just for it. One who has collected so many marble balls and when you turn your face and try to see it for a fraction of seconds. But where do you want to go…where is your residence? And where is your dream to go homeless? No…I’ve not forced anyone but to feel robbed of after staring and being stuck with the familiarity. Still you know it… Today is clouded, windy and all of a sudden when we start hopping after a break with the sea. The full moon never leaves? Don’t ever dare to love any other woman. Dare to believe … I will take far; I will scare beyond your courage and comforts. You always make me crazy…why you like that always…tell me the truth, please, I can’t resist truly, my dear friend… The moon makes me crazy, the sky makes me mad, the stars makes me fly, the breeze makes me bathe, the water makes me laugh, the vacuum makes me smile…is there any way? Or, why should there always be a ribb

Don’t ever make love to any other woman…I’m here. But hey, do you know that I once had my own farm, my stake in the cattle? Didn’t you remember the bells rang during dusk….I was still wondering and wandering with my flute. How do you know? Your eyes are small…so is the village, but not the green, not the white cover. Or, let the moon be smaller to fools, who cares…an intruder is ready for the light. Those white horses still running. One still beside the Monastery. But why worry so much…I told you that there are three stages in the life of a man, why don’t you try to believe? I don’t like to drink water from your hand: it makes me bored. You could instead offer apples…but I’ll refuse. Two more sips please…I can synthesize it myself dear, but thanks for those fingers. I eat very little…I wonder why you so surprised…you know it very well I dislike chatting…this device is against all flowers. When the tension precipitates, remains the ether (oh this gathering!). Is that elevation? Is that