Tuesday 25 August 2009

The Man with Uneven Chance

I gave fifty pounds to a stranger today. Really? Yes - absurdly as it sounds. I gave to him because he asked, I gave to him because there was nothing to lose. And they say men give less than women in relationships; is that true? Or are we just trying to barter using currencies from different countries? Must be. In the end end it must be down to just a whole misunderstanding. Like that guy running away with fifty pounds, misunderstood for his actions or misgiven for his transactions. Who knows? Does it really matter? I do not feel worried, perhaps lighter but not buried with the burden of concern and regret. In less than an hour it will be tomorrow, fifty pounds are already away on the table in a cafe', on the races in a betting shop, on the several other coins in the hat I hold. Does it really matter? Just stay there and do not judge until you have given everything away; you are only free to do everything when you are free from everything. Free like there is no tomorrow, as if your day is your life and there is only one you can spend to learn. Free like birds. Free like the multiple combinations of guitar chords. Free like banknotes drifting in the wind. Free like the time that has gone already. Gone where there is no tomorrow but only today!

Saturday 22 August 2009

The Man with Dreams of Love

One night a vision came to him who stared out the window. It was the ghost of a future life returning from a forgotten destiny that apparently we all forget to follow and forget to enjoy. I'd rather not follow my instincts or my desires in the height of the present; certainly something will guide then hand when you will write the letter to handout or hold the pencil to draw with, something will grow from the seeds lying in the cold and arid soil. We simply do not see what is to come and we do not create but simply shape it for what is our best, our only existence. I do not want to die alone for sure, and I do not want to miss what things could be; I will just make sure my seat in front of the world will never be misplaced as I embrace half of Plato's apple.