Trapped behind shutters watching the rain,
he wants to feel the dampening spirits,
to be surrounded by waterfalls.
Oh! an umbrella:
The possibility of play, of observation,
the fearless pursuit of ambiguities.
Yet, there is only rain if he cannot dance.
There is only water without static shock.
Steamless, meaningless rain.
The allure of umbrellas never has tempted him so.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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