16 fevereiro 2007

They were friends

Espen Lind - When Susanna cries
“(…) Now I slip the night around her and I hope she'll be okay. I just pray someone will find her and guide her along her way'cos I'm leaving on the 1 am (…)”

They were friends. The beginning of their story is made of some Tom&Jerry’s quotes. The mouse was running away from the cat. He was the cat and she was the mouse. But she had always been the cat. For her it was an awkward situation. So she was running away from him. But he didn’t want her to be his girlfriend. When she realises that he wasn’t a cat they become friends. And at the end there was no race at all. So many mysteries she found in him that she started to desire him to be the cat. Unfortunately the wished cat wasn’t in love with her because he preferred a “him”. The story began with two characters: the cat, Phill – a homosexual boy – and the mouse, Andrea – a next door decided girl. Andrea was missing her beloved friend when she realised that she was running away from another. Phill found in Andrea a friend he could trust for ever and ever. The friendship that tied them was good enough for both. At least it was what they thought. Meanwhile Andrea discovered that she wanted more but she didn’t want to blow it because he had once told her: “Andrea, I’m not afraid to say this to you. I’m homosexual”. For a long time she carried a feeling without showing it. But the storm was getting closer and the car had some troubles. “Control, control, control it”. The driver didn’t control the car so it crashed against a tree. They could see that someone had just had a car crash. “Call 911, call 911!” – said she. He made it immediately. The ambulance came fast after the couple’s phone call, but not enough to save a life.
The next morning Andrea was thinking to herself: “The birds can sing in the sky, each of them make a different sound. Day by day you learn that no one is equal and when one of them disappears you’d wish you had time enough to hear it. But the sun rises in the sky and lay down on the ocean and another day is prepared to arise. What difference can it make if the strength that feeds you every single day is no longer in our material world? The magic makes our dreams remain possible. The world without coloured feelings is dark magic. It throws us to a grey night so confused that we can no longer see the stars.” This was the speech she found her self sharing with so many people.
After everyone went away, there she was, lying on the ground somewhere next to her beloved one. The grass had a deeper green and all those stones were craving her heart. On her knees, she begged for a reason why he was not with her, why he preferred to sleep alone on that grave after his car crush.
“Why? What were you thinking when you left me? Why? Why you? Say it! Why, Phill?” – She punched the floor with that entire slave strength that made her cry. – “Make the world stop turning. Make my tears drawn the faking smiles. And you would say that you never heard me crying but I know it isn’t true, although you never told me. I know somewhere around me you’ll be cleaning my tears. Because I’m crying cause you left me. I cry a rainstorm, I cry a river. I wish I wouldn’t be able to cry for love, for this painful song. I’m crying your touch that made me shiver and I cry for you too. Every night I hear you talking in my sleep and you say: “You know I’ll always be there”. And I feel like it’s such a dream. Just say that you adore me that it’s all I ask.” All the memories are now alive on her eyes. Andrea remembers each step he took to get close to her. Every excuse she gave him seemed right but now it seems a waste of time, time she could have spent with him. The moment to say goodbye was closer. “I just pray someone will find you and guide you on your way. You’ll always be my friend though I’m leaving tonight. Cause I can’t stand another compassion speech. Goodbye my friend.”So she dropped the yellow flowers on Phill’s grave and went way.
The things were packed. She was prepared to travel to see the friend she longed to have right next to her. She needed a shoulder: “I need you Louise.”
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15 fevereiro 2007

History is made of fortunate accidents


It's new, it's new! But it has a story....Once upon a time....and then in the middle of the story you will find me, you , him ,her, us and them! Actually what I want you to know is that serendipity is inside every single being. Serendipity makes our history. Serendipity guide us to a world of unexpected but pleasant discoveries made by chance. Perhaps you should quest for the reason that brought you into this blog. Fate made me believe in fortunate accidents.

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