Friday, February 18, 2011

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My friends, the Egyptians and I do. Old questions in new clothes

Time and again, the wonderful yarns out of life in relationships that can be explained and "think" and. Sometimes I am speechless regarding the finely-fiery-colored braids between people, amazed by this point almost frivolous and forth leaping spark, the common musical-sounding motives for life and especially on the so-called "tasks", the first-in encounters a get shape. The

Life fits, open doors, sets the course. Right now I am in a heightened state of speechlessness. I was not even halfway able to describe in a text, such as the fate of compounds, the touches and links to references and analogies to show in recent months in my life. Life seems to me the moment a book to be, let's read thousands of pages simultaneously in the now. And yes, the messages are staggering.

old and almost forgotten - I would say be hooked? - Connections to people and groups of people are at once the most current. They do not impose themselves, but seem hesitant, so here- in my view, make careful questions tie into the past, but based on the future. It seems to me to be the case that the old and familiar themes have found new clothes and venturing out again on the Boulevard St. Michel.

And I need only to be welcomed, but not what I must. I can also leave me and turn away, which means basically: in my room: stay (Rainer Maria Rilke "in it you know everything"). In this room, which I built in the last ten years and set up, I am very happy because it "a rest and to reflect the closeness to poetry there. In this room I'm so right for me.

It's not only old friends who report to new knock on the door of my office, say, "Hello, is anyone there? Have heard that someone lives here ... "- and then I open the door and be amazed: Before me stands a man I do not know whose view appears to me but very well known, as if he trusted stardust sent to me. No, I let people not get into my room, but sit down with them on a bench in my garden and look at the snowdrops, which are just starting to bloom so here.

And I listen. And talk. And notice that there appears to something specific pending. The friends seem at the moment a certain inquiries. And this question is exactly the question I have tried in the past ten years in my room to understand. I am not sure how this issue should be described clearly outlined.

It seems like having a thousand pages of the book of life, a thousand faces. I can only try to describe the question almost, in the hope that the readers to correct me, add my words to discuss new levels of questions, ask for an urgent, question marks turned into exclamation points ... (Linguistically, the way an interesting affair. This question appears only as a performance appeared to want to connect)

The question has to do with relationship, and with organic and elegant Break. She seems to want to throw any light on fate of concrete cover, as advised of the possibility of FLUENT to each other in a coming to make great decisions without having to form associations to organize meetings, fund set up ... The question has the aura of Mercury: It comes and goes, shines and rolls such as mercury (ie sounds like the voice of Silvio Rodríguez, "En busca de un sueño"), is always there just as drops and slips away when the balance missing.

The question tries to project and tasks and goals (and what else do so there) at the same down and up move to split in a certain sense. Down It is concerned with the question: What makes our relationship, what they can contribute what they can achieve what we can put points on the basis of our connection? What difference can we make, just the two or three or four of us?

And Up: As we get into the ease of flow? Perhaps this question is worded wrong, and they should be: How do we get away from the seriousness, "coordinate" of any and "plan" and "doing" "prevail" and do of "projects" and "concepts" for substantive "Meetings" and "agreements". I mean, just at this point and the Egyptians, the Tunisians have shown us in recent weeks. The upheaval in these countries was (until now) just that: an organic and elegant, and God-thanks-unstoppable, just like Mercury as well.

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