Relationship birthday cards ...

Relationship loves cards.

Maybe its all that time spent as a royal mail employee. 

Or just the love for written expressions of feelings. 

I should know something about that.

Over three years i got more cards than in a lifetime.
My favourite of all is that birthday card, which is not a birthday card. That one describing an escape from life (isn't that maybe the most romantic venture of all?) :

Can we?

Shall we?

One day.

Very soon.

Let us go away together 

just you and me.

Call in sick and go to the sea and hold hands all day.

Eat out sandwiches on the train. 

Get drunk on fresh air and come home tired and never tell anyone...

EVER.

Not knowing why, i remembered this today, i suppose because i am indeed growing up beside the relationship or because Paolo (and the Vipers) is another piece of beauty out there in the world. 

August

How would summer ever be without that August moon? 

How would falling in love ever be without that August moon?

How would music or the poetry ever be without that August moon?

How would memories be without that August moon?

I wish there was a way to somehow explain, but some things, just cannot be explained. 




But why does the song have to be sad
it feels like it cut a piece from my heart
and at this moment that I'm overwhelmed with joy
it rose up to my lips and choked me...
save yourself for the end, you will tell me 

I love you but i don't haven't voice to say it to you
and this is an unbearable sadness 
I' m melting in pain because I also feel
that the road we're taking is impassable...
be strong, it will pass, you will tell me 

How can I forget her loose hair 
the sand washing me like a waterfall while she leaned over me
thousands of kisses, diamonds she offered me so generously
I'll go, even if it turns out to be bad.

Upon which ecstacy, which magic dance
could such a creature have been born?
from which distant star is the light
that went to hide inside her two eyes
and me, the lucky one who has seen it 

In her eyes, a tiny sky
lightens, clouds and unfolds itself
but when the night falls it is flooded with light
an August moon rises
illuminating the prison inside 

How can I forget her loose hair 
the sand that washed me like a waterfall, while she leaned over me
thousands of kisses, diamonds she offered me so generously
I'll go, even if it turns out to be bad.

At the office

Staring at the page. Still.
On top of a pile of boring textbooks and tables with numbers, and graphs and hand-written notes. 
There lies in-between the lines i am reading over and over again the little red threat. 
Ignore it. 
Even better, hide it with my flashy green highlighter used to signify the important information to be stored in  memory.
No use. Still there.
Trying to read. Highlight. Take notes. Remember.
Still there. That little red threat.
Pull it. Follow the threat along the lines.
To worlds where important information cannot be highlighted. To worlds without numbers, without highlighters, without time. To worlds with lovers and bodies and kisses and stars and jasmine-smelling nights of August. 


Daydreaming is my favorite office activity...