i told the Alps

that I love you.
I knelt in the snow, breathing in the crisp air and the magnificent view, and let the Universe know (for a gazillionth of time) that I... Simply... Love you.
It was a day I could actually see more than two feet further from my nose.
Much appreciated.


There’s certain beauty in chaos - howling wind and biting temperatures – only when appropriately dressed. I was; and I wasn’t. Like with all things in life.


I went up the mountain thinking of you and I came down thinking of the ascent. What a relief.

I took that turn. On my toes at a 75 degree angle. Then I swapped over, and took another 75 degrees on my heels. And I could not see a thing. Just the wind howling.
Funny thing, our bodies. Mine is a good little vessel.
If only I knew where I was heading.
I have a cold sore on my lips and a frost-bitten nose.
I’ve roughed it up just lately.

get home safe

I don’t remember if we held hands. I hope we were at some point. Because it was a wonderful night, and we should have. We should have. We had had a nice dinner. And we were having a good long conversation whereas we were not talking past each other.

Money was running tight. So we walked the hour, west to east. 110st to 89st. We made a L-shape route around the edge of Central Park, surreally alive and loud with wildlife – insects and birds. The homeless were settling down to claimed park benches. Ready for the night.

We walked past a fighting gay couple and two homeless guys. One of them, all ragged, looked at us long and hard, and said – „You get home safe!“.

I'm not afraid, all is forgiven

I would take the car down main street Rincón to a certain payphone, and I would hunt for a certain kind of phone card. I would get there in the 40 C heat and dial your number. And try to be close to you. I would sit down on the dirty sidewalk, holding the receiver. Listening. I loved your voice, and the femininity of it.
I would miss every single spectacular sunset, described in the Lonely Planet, to talk to you. I gladly did.


Again and again over the years I would listen to you babbling on and thinking; „God, how I love your voice“. And then you would laugh out.
And I used to love that too...

cliché

... the thing is...
I fancy our secretary.
Really.
I do...

my everything

My car is my living room. My kitchen, my wardrobe and
most recently... my garage.

I live out of my car. I live out of 4 homes.
I keep losing things. It's nothing new.

potential

Kõnnin läbi vihma trammi peale. Õhus on nii palju potentsiaali, paljulubavat. Kui vaid jätkuks mõistust haarata. Ja peenike kevade ja suve niit päästab. Ja ma mõtlen ülbelt I don't care. Ilm päästab mu.
Me vist oleme õrnemad. Tundlikumad kui muud? Kogu aeg haamerdab peas küsimus. Miks, kuidas, mismõttes, miks mitte? Ma arvan, sa saad aru. Know what I mean?
Ma jään sind ootama, kallis sõber!
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