Saturday, April 19, 2008 @ Saturday, April 19, 2008
Woke up to the sound of my bro creaking opened my bedroom door...
Haiz....he wanna use the com marh...zzz
Den in the end also tempt me to watch some of my fave youtube videos....
So...I watched back my Turn left. Turn right show...
Nice plot...exaggerating characters..colourful background...and a lotsa twists and turns in the story...
The part which i like the best of all will be the poem by Wislama Szymborska...
Love at First Sight
They both thoughtt
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them,if they can remember
-perhaps in a revolving doorface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?-
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their pathand
and stifling a laugh,escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
--xoxo,
Imaginarist
Imaginarist
