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That strong westerly wind is blowing again. It is upon me, strengthening and beginning to howl through every crack in my world, warm and cold at the same time, ever-changing and yet an old friend already. It will pick me up like a tornado carelessly lifts a roof, where I thought I was anchored, and will throw me about in a fury. But I know exactly where it will drop me and why, and I am the most willing victim there ever was. I am ready. My bags are packed, me eyes dreamy, my dreams alive and my life, bagged. A vicious circle which began a long time ago without my knowledge and now fulfills itself in plain view; the only circle, the one that in fact spirals from A to Z, from edge to heart, from chilled to boil, from if to of course. There will be a clash, once more, fireworks of inner sparks, metal armor against metal shield, as they get dropped and left behind - but the sparks will persist, bright colors exploding inside my head and yours, blending to pure white rather than black as decades of old paint layers are skinned from our souls, stripping them naked until they can finally touch and remember why all the patience. A million subtle nuances will instantly be added to each place and every moment, turning it all to gold and diamonds, and crystals and gems and flowers which, like us, will glow from the inside. Time will stretch to infinity and now will morph into a new entity, a shape-shifter completely focused on absorbing the essence of what we give it, feeding on us, voraciously.
That strong westerly wind is blowing again. At last.
« It IS blowing. It was so strong this morning that my hair stayed vertical all the way to the subway,
Date of comment: 2007-12-04 11:43 •XXXXX »
« This is my brother. Yup. I knew him when he was just a kid with scraped knees. Yup. He may write like a bloody brilliant écrivain now, there was a time when he wouldn’t share the 50 francs he fished out in the harbour. Yup.
Date of comment: 2007-12-05 10:08 •DAMN you write well!!!! I hate having to be in awe of my own brother. »
« Geez, my spellcheck was on strike! We can’t ALL be brilliant... »
Date of comment: 2007-12-05 10:14 •« Marie: Fluff bomb, love it! How about IN the subway?
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Date of comment: 2007-12-05 10:28 •Sigrid: I hired my own spellcheck for you. And I’m forever sorry I didn’t share the 50 F. Yup. But keep your awe for dolphins and sunsets. I am unworthy of it. Yup. Should’ve shared that 50 F.
« What’d you spend the 50F on? »
Date of comment: 2007-12-05 12:55 •« Not a hundred percent sure but I think it might have been a very cool toy tank on it’s carrying truck, from the awesome toy store down on the Place Nationale, in old Antibes...
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Date of comment: 2007-12-05 13:14 •« Precisely!!!
Date of comment: 2007-12-05 15:15 •Mais que diable allait-il faire dans...avec ce 50 francs?
(adapté de Molière) »
« My, my children are brilliant, how come
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Date of comment: 2007-12-05 17:06 •I’m their mother ?
And the third and latest one promises to
be their equal (she’ll have to teach us all afrikaner ).
Oh my, my three children are so brilliant, and I’m SOOOOOOOOO proud.
« LOL. Afrikaans.
And I want to learn how to cook first... »
Date of comment: 2007-12-05 17:44 •« Well, learn fast because
Date of comment: 2007-12-06 12:30 •I want to learn afrikaans. »