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July 22, 2014

Five minutes of delay


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The apparent stillness of the Tejo in the distance, the big clouds overhead drawing dark shapes on its reticent surface, these are things I can imagine dreaming when I will not be here anymore. Will they be happy or sad dreams? I wonder. Perhaps they will be neither. The dream of the fool is a lonely place indeed. And yet there is no word that is only mine, and in these delusions the dreams I dream are someone else’s too. Already I have to look out of the window to make out the ripples on the river and start over and over. The bird cries the same cry night and day, a cry that drowns more easily than it fluctuates in the air. And then there are more ripples besides, all these remote voices are glimmering over the waters.

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May 24, 2009

One Sunday evening


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Thanks to the sort of hallucinatory headache you sometime experience if you’re lucky, after a day of paralysis, in the evening I could space out for half an hour or little more. It was such a blissful moment, one of those moments when you’re consigned perceptions so diluted that every sound is only echo and every vision is only shadow. And gaps left by consonants in human communication are all blurred in a single vocal with many shades in it. All was so quiet and I could wish it lasted forever. In this period of time I reckon I fell asleep. I had a dream. A still living person but long removed from my life appeared on a sort of airy landscape with very few connotations. He was going somewhere, or so it seemed, and he was so terribly serious. When I touched his arm in a sign of greeting he talked to me. What he said I don’t think I want to write about, but it was the kind of thing that generates confused feelings in your conscience. The memories it brought back… But we were never close, so I have no reason to trust the words of a ghostly figure.

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