coffee no. 62

Years ago somebody gave me a CD with their favourite songs. I loved him madly and it was the beginning of our long-term relationship. When I came back home I put the CD on, and started doing gymnastics. I wanted make two things at once, because I hadn't much time. Next day he asked me if I liked the music. "Yes", I answered, "it was good for gymnastics". I will never forget the sight he sent me at that moment. And nowadays, when I think about it, I send identical sight to myself. It was a really big crime.

coffee no. 61

"Desire makes everything blossom.
Possession makes everything wither and fade."

Marcel Proust

coffee no. 60

(...)
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face.

Ted Hughes LOVESONG

coffee no. 59

One of my obsessions is that I want to have everything I love framed. My favourite paintings, photos, old advertisements, letters from people I am crazy about, etc.
I dream of a huge wall on which I could hang all of these treasures.
For the time being they sleep inside a big box, waiting for their time. I hope the time will come.

coffee no. 58

From time to time everybody has a Day of All Yearnings. The day when all the thoughts are going around the past. The day when, who knows why, we miss some places, people, lost objects, etcetera. More than before...

And from time to time everybody has a Day of All Images. The day when all the thoughts are going around the future. How would it be to sit in the cafe X, what does the air smell like there?
What would it be his first word if we met?
How would it be to write with the most expensive pen in the world?