Be not inhospitable to strangers...

foi numa tarde quente de Agosto que te vi pela primeira vez. como já era hábito, passeava sem rumo por Paris. aventurei-me por ruelas escondidas, refúgios de amores proibidos e de revoluções sonhadas. ao chegar ao Sena, avistei a livraria. encantou-me o nome gravado a dourado na fachada verde e amarela. encantaram-me os livros empilhados em caixotes à porta e a pequena esplanada. entrei à procura de um livro e acabei por me perder pelas estantes e pelas frases escritas nas paredes. pegaste-me na mão e levaste-me pelas escadas acima. pedi-te um livro e tu ofereceste-me um chá e viagens. lá em cima moravam memórias e anémonas bravias. falaste-me do teu avô e de Tânger. daquela janela com vista sobre o Sena, perdemo-nos nas ruas do Cairo procurando por Melissa nos bordéis e nas casas de ópio. naquela tarde quente de Agosto, levados por uma corrente quente do golfo, descobrimos as costas de África. pelos ventos fomos levados para o deserto onde escrevemos palavras intermináveis na areia. ao cair da noite, debaixo das estrelas, ouvi-te dizer que o amor era apenas permitido às mulheres que primeiro se entregassem ao mar e às árvores. naquele dia quente de Agosto, daquela janela com vista sobre o Sena, ouviram-se gargalhadas e tangos, passos de dança e promessas.
j

yes she does...

love you live #2

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close encounters

One sunny summer morning i was sitting on the grass in the middle of a garden. you approached me silently and, quite carefully, sat beside me. without saying a word, you ripped a square out of your newspaper and started dancing around it with your fingers. in just a few seconds there was a bird in your hands. you gave it to me with a big smile on your face. then, you stood up and waved goodbye. i never saw you again but the bird, i still keep it. it's a reminder that, in life, you must be opened hearted to everyone you meet. who knows you'll come upon an angel in disguise?
j

who are we? where are we going?

"a horrible feeling of desolation pinched my heart. i listened rigid but heard nothing but the creep of blood in my ears. great and shadowy and strange was the world and i drifted solitary through its vast mysteries. a remote faint question, where i might be, drifted and vanished again in my head. i found myself standing astonished, my emotions penetrated by something i could not understand. i felt naked. i felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. i began to feel the need of fellowship. i wanted to question, wanted to speak, wanted to relate my experience. what is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness, to toil and to place himself in danger? it was this restlessness, this insecurity perhaps that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expedition. as the hush of the evening crept over the world, the sun touched the mountains and became very swiftly a blazing hemisphere of liquid flame, and sank. then, slow and soft and wrapping the world in fold after fold of deepening blue, came the night. and then, the splendor of the sight - in the sky, one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. the full temerity of my voyage suddenly came upon me. at last i began to feel the pull of the earth upon my being, drawing me back again to the life that is real, for men."