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Mirrors and veils

Green grass, green grass... Waiting, waiting... The young man pulled out an ordinary metal coffee can  from his well worn backpack and took off the lid. Then, without any hesitation, he grabbed the snake from inside and let it out. He held it by its tail, as if on display, so all of us saw the creature's full length. A grayish snake with pattern, of a decent size, an odd apparition on the lawn in front of the dance studio...  I was not scared, just delighted, as such occurrence made waiting time less boring. After all, although kind of hideous, snakes are curios animals that fascinated me. They move as if they have no bones, and some apparently sensitive to special music. And I was about to take up dancing, to find out why ballerinas float in the air... Step one, two... repeat, step one, two, repeat... Look in the mirror, posture, keep up the posture. ..The instructor-- a lady that made quite a presence with her impressive bun and poised figure-- was tough on everybody. Short ...
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Perdele

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La un moment dat, am știut ca ceva in structura delicată a perdelelor, vălurilor, pânzelor subțiri, mai mult sau mai puțin transparente, îmi vorbește într-un fel anume si mă atrage. Ceva in mișcarea lor molatica in adierile de vânt, ca niște umbre.   Mama spăla perdelele in fiecare an prin preajma Paștelui, si aerul de primăvară se mișca apoi prin poala lor afânată cu gratia unei balerine. Mă uitam la dansul asta si încercam sa înțeleg viața ce mi se deschidea in față ca o carte cu file miscatoare si sinuase... Viata nu e simpla si nici clara, si o vedem prin perdele, văluri... mai mult sau mai puțin transparente. Câteodată, mă mai si îmbrac in văluri, in vânt fuginde, ca o mireasa pe un țărm singuratic, etern in așteptarea unui vapor fără nume...
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Long days

What do you do when the sun refuses to set and you don' t have a proper signal to let yourself fall into the sweet demise of sleep...? Even though it eventually does, night still delays its arrival...  How do you perform the habitual end of day coming to terms with tasks, worries, dreams, hunting memories...? And where is the point of new beginning? And such assets of the mind go through the surgical ruminations of an adult-like processing, maybe one that ventures deeper.  Overexposure to daylight-- more life after all--gives you an abnormal fatigue, so even something apparently inactive as inner life is no longer a simple matter of fact... But sleep comes nevertheless. It is unusually deep, and I don't know where I am going during such black hole in my time. I seem to return from afar, a very far away place indeed. Even though the night is short, this journey feels strangely long. Moreover, it is wet, as I find myself wet without being hot. And it hurts a bit to come back as ...
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Excursie

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Am fost cu tine la Paris,  si am dansat pe strazi... În Notre-Dame, o lumină  a cazut pe umerii tai, si m-am întrebat ce înseamnă... Cerul se deschisese puțin, sa se scurgă, dar tu erai trista, ca o icoană... 
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Swimming story

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The yellow bulb, with a myriad of follicles and grass-like hairs dissipated at one specific point in the water in which it was floating for a while... Exactly as the previous one.  I was swimming and looked for it as for an elusive creature of the deep, but it was nowhere to be seen.  Its absence was hurting, but in the same time, a disturbing feeling passed away.  The pool was calm and I was so conscious of the environment...
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Silence 2

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Silence is not death. I came to discover the beauty of silence. (Possibly an age thing...?) It is a space where one can see things not quite seen otherwise. Then rest, heal, create... awaken...                                                                                     🔕
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Vindication

About 20 minutes into waiting for another airport verification at my gate, a guy tells me boldly I was cutting the line. Startled and tired, I reply something like I've been here for a while and it's not fair to go back to the end of it as he was suggesting... who knows how many people came behind me in 20 minutes...?   But he insists and mentions he saw me coming from the side, so I remember there was hardly a "line," but rather a crowd of people waiting to enter another waiting area, where being first did not make any difference, as by this time everybody has seat and category assigned... I consider his assertion though, and do not advance, while people behind indifferently accept I was not gonna go back right at the very end....  The guy finally gets his turn for document verification, but apparently he has no boarding pass. He is arguing with the man in charge till the officer tells him as clearly as he can there is no way of passing without ticket, so my guy need...
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