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  • EXPERIENCED MEMORY-ALLEGRO FORTE

     

    A harmonious, sheltering handshake from you; your visit is an unexpected holiday. It is an integral part of the secretly whispered, invisible dialogue between the two of us. A habit ready to be renewed. We search in our shared memories when we look at each other, and we feel that we belong together even without his unnecessary words, even if Life has taken you far away now. Absent Age-picture has already acquired all the yellowness, a black-and-white photo of a costume, when we were still mischievous, winking children and dared to trust in the promises of a nobler, more beautiful Future.

    The impact of the moment now burns into us, like a prehistoric mosquito into petrified honey-colored amber. Time now hurts us on a visceral level, since we cannot explain to the rich minutes that they don't pass, that they don't rush away from us with such supersonic speed - but in a digitally recorded world, it would be so nice to expand our personal encounters. Now Nature's autumnal solitude envelops the decaying leaves of the felled trees; at best, we are only able to transmit the transmitted harmony to each other through secret telepathies, when our hearts, which have suffered a lot at the same time, are beating, and we viscerally realize the Reality, which can hardly be ours anymore.

    We keep the fingerprints of life experiences and while you are raising a child, running a household, shopping, preparing dinner as if you were an eternally radiant, caring Mother-Angel, for whom self-pity and momentary fatigue are forbidden and taboo. Do you see Dear! Our actions, things that have happened, like liquid steam or vapor, evaporate more and more. The unspoken, at most only palpable love of Allness seems to be dwarfed in the piecemeal phenomena of yesterday: because the flesh and blood was real!

    Quick regrets alternate in our current nerve-wracking, troubled lifestyle; we would hold on to each other with the sure knowledge that we would hold each other's outstretched, consoling, protective hands, so that no matter what happens, even if the grotesque comes to the fore, we will always remain as we were known to each other!

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