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& I woke up from what sounded like the wind
dragging the whole universe to one side of the worlds edge,
playing swishing tunes through the leaves on the palmtrees,
heavy rain pouring down
aming for the water surface in the pool like an unpatient drummer
playing on pieces of glass,
a whole orchestra came through every open crack in the house....
...at first (in my sleepy state)
I thought that a bunch of weird and exotic night birds had ocupied the backyard making this new experimental and peculiar kind of frequency...
but then I saw the huge palmtree right outside my window,
waving like a pendul in a metronome...
forward and reverse
forward and reverse
...and then I thought of you....
with headphones on
inside a dark and dim room,
weak light through colourfull dust,
rhytms and tunes floading airless around your absorbed mind...
some high
some low
some like whispering voices sleeping soundly...
But.... as for now, the wind has slown down and the rain has stopped breaking surfaces...
and I've moved myself into the living room to avoid the palmtree in my head
absorbing the first awaking melodies from the quite normal birds outside...
It seems like the morning dawned on the night...
...and I hope for sunshine because the last days has been kinda shady and quite cold,
and I feel frozen into the margin of the marrow...
so Sun pleeeease....
Yesterday I where walking through a long straight road heading for the ocean,
equal new buildings in squared design on one side
and empty landscape of lava, sand and bushes on the other side,
an hacienda in a typical highspanic style popping up here & there,
with gardens containing rare plants and colourfull flowers
among shortlegged funny looking dogs, lazy cats sleeping on garbage cans trying to transcend the sun into energy through their soft fur..
Just before reaching the ocean I passed an area with some condemned buildings...
They stood out in the landscape of sand and sun
as furtive glances trying to reach for a last aproval
that they once where usable,
the black holes gaping like open wounds from the now empty flats,
who once where filled with voices, laughter
and maybe arguments about anything that was'nt so important
as all the emotional making ups
and temperamental breaking ups.
Wrecked old furniture sticking out from the edges of the floor
and wallpapers in fading patterns and colours
that someone a long time ago picked for their eyes pleasure,
and in the middle of the buildings
there had once been a huge oasis of a backyard with playgrounds,
plants, benches and tables
and I'm sure I heard the echo from forgotten sounds...
Around the whole backyard there where build a tall wall,
The glass where painted white, as consealed....
...but to me it felt so unlogical to hide such a sight...
You are...
