I like the soundtrack that accompanies me today. I hear the liquid echoes composing a symphony of aquatic chimes. Bubbling explosion that rolls down the pipes, like trying to escape. In their frenetic pace they purr, they rhyme with the celestial vibes. The castle grew an inch since yesterday; the chamber admitted a new guest, wrapped up in lead-colored rags. Spilling waterfalls of pink ink coming to my encounter, welcome into my vault, there was no milk this morning, no other than the canvas shade. Smoky column perfuming my memories, like fallen from a heavenly realm, getting in as intruder and leaving as the host. I can manage to deal with that, put my bed in the background room, hear the masque ball’s orchestra notes. I think a could die like that, stay like that, petrified in this exultant state of plenitude while they cry, they kill, cheat and get sick. There is no other moment, and the moment is now, it is always now. I can’t leave this trench. If you don’t know where I am, here is where you can find me, safe and silent, insurgent, rebellious partisan of the unconventionalism. The one sprinkling the immensity with tiny little bits, knuckling the pain on your back, knocking on your door, hitting my marbles and maybe touching yours. B_Nour
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