ANGIE

 

S G R

Socks and boots, boots and socks! I wonder the colors of your lamps and underlamps? Of your intimacy?

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I saw what you are hiding in your closet and the only thing I thought when I was inside your closet and saw that was to get out of there smoothly and beautifully. ´Cause I don´t know what goes on your mind? What are you playing, saying and doing? Your thoughts and ideas? What you've been wondering, searching, touching when you play, say and do something? Need, wishes, of who have been lonely, have you been? Lost, yes, without love since the last love? Was it love?

 Don´t lose your mind with what you have and don´t have. You know I´m here, in these walls where you´re living. I´m the key, the keychain, the living hall carpet, I´m your home. I forgot to say, I'm your sofa and the curtains of your living room. Should I be worry with the door of  your closet and with what you wrote and are writing there? Like answers that you're giving to something and to someone? Questions, questioning things, someone? Trying to find if there's and could be there something and someone on this side? Me.

Shark's hats sitting on the sofa of the hill and thinking about those 22 giving kisses in the park.

Of course these kind of things are not the most important and interesting things that we could and should talk about between the two and as friends.

You know, you know that I'm not a writer, a poet and a philosopher. A cultural and interesting person.

Do you like my blogging?

I´m doing things, writing, blogging... as things happen and run.

I know you like to talk, to socialise, to speak and debate about issues that are beyond my hat. Words, phrases, texts, sayings, philosophies, meditations and exercises, all these kind of things that are underneath my feet. 

Une pute et je vais au lit comme le Printemps va au L´Hiver. Et comme L´Hiver va sans passer par la portefeuille, par le portemonet.

Mais pour aller au lit avec une pute il faut encore ressortir et enfiller mes bottes, il neige dans le lit.

6:30 du matin et mon coeur se léve du lit. Really? Yes, it was a quick and good one.

It´s what keeps us going, without reflecting to much. Some thinking, a bit of this and that... when we think. It's these moments when desire takes us to that place and excitement, blowing our bodies and minds.

1:00 in the morning on the floor. It was a quick and good one

Now awake time to put her Googles on. That´s right, the moment was quick and bright.

Looking at the window and seeing him, me going 

It´s inevitable to recognize that we are both here

Talking

Not everything understood, explained.

Some doors

Ending here?

We never have it all together, no one has. Things can be puzzled, assembled, those missing things and the missing things on us, if we think and do together to succeed and unite things and us.