Left Her Paper
- Tuesday 12 November 2019
It was absolutely necessary to listen to the noise of the heart and the follies of waiting as if the idiot experiences did not give the thirty years old man any shield which would protect him against fate surprises. It was so necessary for this man to find himself looking for any detail beneath street mass to catch the threads of a tale that he might has played the main role in it. Moreover, it was his deadly endeavor to get away from the goals of winning somewhere or from a progress into that noise. Because his figure today is just like other normal creatures who are concerned only about food relationships, and contemporary desires of having the other one.
He was thinking hardly how could eyes hold power and how could he bear looking at the passengers without falling into a thunderous fatigue.
He thought about the German girl’s eyes as if she was holding with her the poems of “ Rilke” who has said:
(Summer fleeting
Is she coming up onto the park trail, this who envies the slow happy one?
At the turn of the road, gorgeous gentlemen of the past should be greeting her.
And under her umbrella with an inert kindness
She invests the pure option:
To be erased for a moment in front of the sudden light then to bring back the shadow by which she would be shining ).
While I am recording the light, saying to myself : How would he scatter the leaves of rose which he took it with him from Larnaca to Nicosia?
He has brought a rose but he does not knew why?
How would that be in front of the pure sea sky which is under her eyelids?
How would such an idea allow him to sense that momentum of adventure while she is smiling and saying the letters of the Greek words with her lovely German accent? How would he explain to her the songs of the great Greek singer Marnella when she says:
“ when I look into your eyes, do not let your smile run away fast, because those are mad ideas which I put inside my mind when I see you laughing…”
He has not found her in the university yard, she would not come today!
He has experienced loneliness in a hanging text upon the branches of his crusty disappointments that may be would tomorrow become a key to reach her delicious smell, and a friend might read this text in English. Like this he would leave her out with words and come back to clean up his bed of a delayed lust that was folded between her fingers and different words from different languages bow down reverently for the sincerity of his excessive eyes.