Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Paris I.

142. One of the stranger notes that I have ever written. "I, Gazpacho the Soup, hereby give authorization for the hotel C., at X Rue Y, to charge 200 euros to the credit card of Mr. So-and-So."

Of course, in reality I did not refer to myself as Gazpacho the Soup, but that does not reduce the absurdity of me giving permission for the hotel to charge a credit card belonging to someone else.

143. Temporary home.



144. Twenty-five years, by Adam Zagajewski. To his sister, Ewa.

Your dream pulsed in the depths of time, 
a calm, light breath: so travelers sleep
when overtaken by a brief storm at a station
in Tuscany, in a town with dust and wasps. 

You'd be twenty-five now, 

listening to those songs that I can't stand, 
maybe nursing a newly broken heart, 
and I'd be busy making fun of you.

Your calm dream pulses in time's depths; 

children forgotten by their nurse sleep on like this, 
and never waken, and don't leave
the underwater rooms where dolphins weep.

8 comments:

  1. and the nice thing is that the color of the wall matches almost perfectly with the background color of your blog...

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  2. That's because I had the ability to predict the future and chose the blog's background color appropriately 1.5 months in advance.

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  3. So, does it mean you are going to Canada very soon ?

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  4. I fail to see the connection...

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  5. http://www.tc.gc.ca/media/images/politique/canada_flag.gif

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