You could not remember
I deceive
The air had your smell
Complicity-perfumed breeze
I could not care anymore
Conniving wind
Extended stillness
Passion-scented stillness
You lied
The night is on
After-rain freshness enters my unreality
The air has your breeze
You are close
I dream
I lie
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-X-MMXIV
Tonight I am writing under the influence of beautiful, melancholic music.
I wait for you at the fountain across the theatre
A street-violinist plays “Cielito Lindo”
I can’t but think about forty three Mexican students missing in Guerrero
thousands of deaths –the North America drug war
a world happy with Mexico’s oil privatisation
Mexico to open a new embassy in Oslo
to seek inspiration in Norway’s oil strategy
downturn in the world’s energy sector
Total’s CEO dying today in a Moscow plane crash
What a mess!
12:01
Our eyes smile
I pack thoughts & phone in my bag
You greet me with a hug
We stroll the city discuss lunch
13:27
An eastern-european woman begs at the corner
where local policemen practice street combat
Oslo police does not carry guns
We smoke a cigarette share some news
14:09
People texts and walks in the rain
Most locals wear skinny jeans and flat shoes
This city hasn’t seen the sun for many days
Has the world seen it?
Almost forgotten
Waves hitting the corner of your eye
Words refusing to leave your muted lips
A touch you take for granted
Every day
Each morning
Thru the whole night
Ephemeral
Sounds silenced by the background noise
by that noise –reminder of the relevant
the atonal background that makes our life monotonous
that makes us forget the music
in the details –vital subtleties deemed soundless
What is your silence?
What fills your day without recognition?
Is it her memory or your loneliness?
… the warmness of the blanket?
… the kindness in that dream?
Or just forced stillness in your thoughts?
Obstructed
Moments we decide to ignore
Experiences pushed deep into oblivion
Numbness inflicted to believe in the ordinary
Known conformity of the self who hides from oddity
Obstruction of the everyday outliers
Today
I’ll dream ethereal realities that can’t be forgotten
Tomorrow
I’ll take the risk, paint the canvas, unplug my ears
But first
I’ll tell the memory, mute the silence, dance the walk, feel the touch!