So ....
Imagine three guys,
Brazillian, Indian and Spanish,
-- like in those jokes that always end silly --
Drunk at four on a winter night
in a southern city of France ...
Imagine
The Spanish guy saying very feelingly,
I don't comprehend the French
while freezing below 0 degrees,
their bums on cycles (and a clear layer of new snow),
that us
Toulousains fondly call
Velouse ..
Imagine if it humours you, one of them tripping on the uniqueness
of the moment, of its coming about ... and then one of them shouting yippee
for no reason and the other two laughing because ...
laughter doesn't charge you ...
Imagine earlier in the evening ..
they drank with a Colombian,
plusieurs French,
and shared
bonheur because it is meant to be shared ...
Imagine ...
one of them kept riding on in the middle of winter
finding the invisible summer inside invincible for a little while,
how it was under the wavy carpet of soft white lights
sur Rue Alsace-Lorraine,when
les lumières de Noël formed a fantasy for the briefest moment
just enough to be transposed between
ecstasy and the reality
(even when
un étranger places himself
mostly as an outsider to comprehend himself)
and then
when the guy gets home ..
the outside is forgotten as easily as "the fish forgets the hook if it escapes" ...
and delves in to the zone of comfort, and life and lies, and truths that are there
when one is (free) with oneself ...
I found then
It is awesome to be in love
when one feels consumed by the moment ...
however removed one may feel ...
one is part of everything,
and therefore
one just has to talk ..
and not be oneself
for a little while
while all goes round-a-round ...
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12/1/12 Toulouse
Imagine ...
one of them kept riding right on while the other two were
peut être in the comfort of a home that is unique to us modern lucky brothers and sisters ..
that can make for something unique just by being absent,
what when present is taken for granted by most of us; we are lucky ...
