So NG

 

SO👄NG                 

Are you kissing me´Yes you are.                                                    

Please write in words what you wrote here.

What are you saying and who´s there´

Door, chair, mirror, lights and who the mirror mirrors´

Letter, earrings...

Tubes, subway, twilight, is it the end of the beginning´

Flowers, smell, table... parties with friends in the garden.

Perfume, sheets, hotel room, spiders on the walls with eyes., films.

Travels, air planes, palaces and castles in the clouds.

Shoes, dresses, lipstick, wine and napkins, first lady duties.

Speeches, politic party, late nights, secretary, luxurious girls from the Red Light District. 

Filing for divorce because´

Love is no longer, just a costumer,  an accommodation till a solution to leave be found.

Discussions, arguments, justifications, disagreements and violence.

Leaving the house, the place, going somewhere else.

Work, center for the study of the mind, science. What is going to be written and said? What is in the mind and what is imputed to the mind? Mirrors, magnifying glasses, the iris of the eyes, corridors, paths. Social, mise en scene, characters, personas, costumes, suits, ties and dresses, perfumes, aromas. Voices, cocktails, flavours, drinks and food drops, substances in the body system. Under the influence of chemicals. Feeling, emotions, behaviours, attitudes, unconsciousness. Health issues....

All that but it´s what she likes to do. To write, to travel, to socialise and talk with people. A dinner in a tavern, without looking at what's on the plate, hungry and tasteless, and the luxurious expenses. A late night drink, and let oneself get carried away by a small, warm little drunkenness from a glass with a drop of liqueur. Morning light, open curtain, sheet, floor, or flowers. Thank you, it was a lovely evening and morning with you. It´s time to go back home.

Family, kids and parents. Parents getting old, and the kids are getting out of the rails and parental control. 18 years old and he drives a Cadillac. But sings whatever he sings...

The mirror has two faces

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