Thursday 1 October 2009

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My darling,
I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun. . .
I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words.
We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men.
I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds.
That's all I've wanted — to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps.

4 comments:

Ο ψεύτικος Πέτρος said...

Ο Αγγλος Ασθενης μεσα στο σωμα ενος Ελληνα που ζει στην Αγγλια...
Ειρωνια;

Ο Μικρός Ναυτίλος said...

well, o 'agglos' asthenis dn htan k toso agglos edw pou ta leme.. to eida xtes to bradu k kati me epiase omologw.. (sorry gia ta greeklish, eimai sth douleia..)

Vam33 said...

Όμορφο κομμάτι.Καλημέρες

Ο Μικρός Ναυτίλος said...

Vam, γεια σου! τα τελευταία ποστάκια των εκλογών ήταν γαμάτα (και εγώ ακόμη ψάχνω τον κωδικό μου για τη λάιφο...)