02 Mart 2010, Salı
saat: 03:09
-indefinably alarming-
Stranger, let's go and sit down on a bench at a bus stop. Together. If possible.
Sometimes, through half-closed eyes, I tried to reimagine the city of my memory. But I found myself recalling a place which I was no longer sure had existed, under whose louring ramparts, now reverberating with traffic.
Sometimes, I smile nervously. I feel I have already reached out too far, and turn silent. But the unvoiced question " ... " gathers between my eyes in a faint, perplexed fleur-de-lis.
We walk in silence.
We silence each other.
Let's be lovers by day, strangers by day.
Till we walk, walk as one, hand to hand in the sun.
Lovers by night, strangers by day. (cf. oh-old-but-gold-Fleetwoods)
Stranger, let's go and sit down on a bench at a bus stop. Together. It is possible.
The silence is more intrusive than any incense or candle.
