These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
a note of a certain film
it is right here from this cafe des 2 moulins
where one day she decided to find a way
to make others happy
she is in a quandary
for in here there are always lonely men and women
and even children
she takes note of each of them
a child lonely because he lost his toy car
a woman whose marriage is on the verge of a collapse
and she has nowhere to go
a man whose wife left him for another younger man
they sip coffee here
their gazes as far as the farthest distance of the star
she is a very unhappy woman herself
but for now
she does not care
she finds a way for them to be happy
she found the lost toy, the wife came back to be reunited with the husband
the husband realized that he loved her more
she does not tell what caused her sadness
but she does not really care about herself now
at night she goes to her bed
soundly sleeping after
tomorrow, she will find another lonely soul again
she has become an angel
by her own choice
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