Maybe I’m enjoying the feeling of being stuck, stressed and bored that comes with studying a little too much because i know the end is near. As in tomorrow.
Freedom is only one exam away. Oh what a sweet certainty!
so finally, fatally. happy
still at the time
mourning that one passed,
and tomorrow, another.
des nombreux plusieurs verités
who calls for one
to exclude another, calls for grotesque simplicity
calls for unreal resolve
tu sais que les nuits
ce sont mes heures sentimentales.
First class is almost empty and i’m on the ground leaning against a bin.
feel the wind,
vivid and constantly changing directions,
it’s lacking in force and does not taste of salt.
love to the trees
lining my path here.
I just wish they were pine trees.
thank you, pigeons, magpies,
for singing this morning.
if only you screamed like seagulls.
a salute to the lighthouse
that shines over the city
though it should have sailors seeking its signal.
here comes my train,
on time as usual.
but not having sails nor bow,
don’t even try for my heart.