"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
Louis L'Amour
20 July 2010
18 July 2010
Dream (July 17th, 2010)
Was it a celebration of some kind? In some park? I did not know, but there were long and long tables with a variety of delicious food and festivity atmosphere. I walked between the tables and choose whatever I liked to eat even when I did not feel really hungry.
Then I was in my parents' old house. People were gathering just outside the entrance door. There were small lamps shining in different colours but it was still dim though. We were waiting for a fortune teller to arrive. The entrance door of the house was wide open. An old guy from the crowd asked a little girl to go inside the house and open a very old small window or door made of wood. The door was a sliding one and when she slid it open, we found that another wood door was still closed behind. She slid the second door open. We could see palms and tress from that window. I stepped inside the house and looked at that window and it seemed more like a screen. I said to myself that it was on that screen we could see our future, not like the other people outside waiting for the fortune teller. I looked at the screen/window and saw my image wearing a flowers wreath around my neck (lei) and people were congratulating me and I looked thrilled.
I invited the people outside the house to come over clarifying that the future can be known through this window/screen but nobody seemed to care about what I said. They were still standing out waiting for their fortune teller to come.
Then I was in my parents' old house. People were gathering just outside the entrance door. There were small lamps shining in different colours but it was still dim though. We were waiting for a fortune teller to arrive. The entrance door of the house was wide open. An old guy from the crowd asked a little girl to go inside the house and open a very old small window or door made of wood. The door was a sliding one and when she slid it open, we found that another wood door was still closed behind. She slid the second door open. We could see palms and tress from that window. I stepped inside the house and looked at that window and it seemed more like a screen. I said to myself that it was on that screen we could see our future, not like the other people outside waiting for the fortune teller. I looked at the screen/window and saw my image wearing a flowers wreath around my neck (lei) and people were congratulating me and I looked thrilled.
I invited the people outside the house to come over clarifying that the future can be known through this window/screen but nobody seemed to care about what I said. They were still standing out waiting for their fortune teller to come.
13 July 2010
Wheels
I do not know why Paris seemed less romantic in my eyes, in my very recent visit after an absence of more than 10 years, compared to how I always felt about the city in the past. It might be the age that let us see things as they are (or maybe in this case uglier than how they are). It could also be the hectic schedule of the visit that did not allow for slow contemplating walks on the banks of the seine and these walks, in my previous visits, used to be the best Paris could offer. Or simply this feeling of the lack of romantic touch might mean I could finally release myself from the fact that it was in Paris, many years ago, where my heart beat hard for what seemed to be, back then, an eternal flame.
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