same reason why you would buy a new shirt for an old man whom you don’t even know.
or why you would help out a friend figure out why she is so confused.
for the same reason why everything, somehow, looks better in moon light.
same reason why every part of me longs for you so much, that it hurts inside.
where are you?
take me. now.
the cold reminds me of your warmth.
the music reminds me of your melodies.
the food reminds me of your little joys.
the rain reminds me of your sadness.
the lonely walks remind me of your strength.
the beautiful women remind me of your childhood.
time reminds me of your journey.
love reminds me of your art.
a look reminds me of your words.
dancing reminds me of your eyes.
wine reminds me of your endless stories.
all the black reminds me of colour.
no i don’t miss you at all.
i’m just reminded of you.
once in a while.
waitresses wear comfortable shoes.
they are intelligent, you see…
so are the five-foot-nines,
who wear two-foot-fives
the models want to look tall, you see…
the mothers wear pretty shoes.
sometimes.
but not when they don’t feel pretty.
all the little girls wear the same kind of shoes.
“because they are all wearing it” you see…
air hostesses wear ugly shoes.
they need to be practical, you see…
and actresses wear red shoes,
because they don’t go to church, you see…
i don’t know what chefs wear.
i’ve never seen one who isn’t a mother, you see…
blonde women like to wear black boots,
because they wear matching black lingerie, you see…
some women, of course, wear no shoes at all.
but then, it doesn’t matter, you see,
because, shoes can tell you all about a man,
but they can never tell you enough about a woman.
from up there in the sky,
all the water looks the same.
the atlantique, the mediterranean,
the red sea,
as dead as the dead sea.
When parallel lines meet,
are they still called parallel lines ?
My god!
Fontainbleu is so beautiful.
the air hostesses, it seems,
live in Cesson,
and the pilots, in Seine Port.
