Chewin the fat

This week turned out to be a one-workday-week. Monday-tuesday I spent at home in bed and on the couch, blowing my nose and drinking copious amounts of red tea. I hate being sick, it conflicts with my personality, which is a rather stressful one. The thing with being sick is I don't like wasted time. And when I'm sick, there is nothing I can do but waste it. Anything worthwhile has an inherent effort incorporated, even simple things like reading a book, and become futile experiments when your brain is being fried by fever. So I always end up looking at old episodes of friends (not a bad thing in itself, but hardly an example of personal growth). So, to sum up: I wish I was healthy and energetic all the time. Cue vitamins. Cue regular exercise. Cue a balanced diet.

I did see two films this during this time of convalescence, that were "new". Sunday we watched the Aviator while being hung over. It was a decent movie a bout an impressive person. Loved the Cate Blanchett - role (Katherine Hepburn), she's such a magnificent actress. A bit too long it was. (Yoda speak). But beautiful.

Then I watched Sideways yesterday. Good. Loo-key humour, drama. It was smooth but still touching. The fact that it never exploded is something very dramatic.

gotta go - later

Without chemicals he points

If you're a careful reader, you will, or might, be wondering what is going on. Believe me, there is a plan. Not yet fully detailed, nor taken to completion, but it is there, solidifying and cristallizing. Precipitating.
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"Had I been speaking? Did they hear me?"
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Furthermore - "The sexiest thing is trust", true or false?
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I long for summer

That wasn't there yesterday/Det där var inte där igår

First troubled then blushing.
She frowns at my piercing.
At my tattoo.
At the scar next to my eye where a dog bit me.
Every time she makes a little declaration.
The only possible explanation.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.

How slowly you reach out
to touch someone
is what differs friendship
from something else
My left hand finds a birthmark,
right below her right nipple.
I smile.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.

What you do not remember didn’t exist.
What didn’t happend can’t be explained.
The time you can look at someones mouth
is what differs friendship
from something else.
The deep crimson shade of hung over lips.
That wasn’t there yesterday.

That look in here eye.
That wasn’t there yesterday.

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Först bekymrad och sedan rodnande.
Hon rynkar pannan mot min piercing.
Mot min tatuering.
Mot ett ärr vid mitt öga där en hund bitit mig.
Varje gång uttalar hon en liten deklaration.
Den enda tänkbara förklaringen.
”Det där var inte där igår”.

Hur långsamt man sträcker fram handen för att röra vid nån
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Min vänstra hand hittar ett födelsemärke,
strax under hennes högra bröstvårta.
Jag ler.
”Det där var inte där igår”.

Det man inte minns fanns inte.
Det som inte hänt går inte att förklara.
Tiden man får titta på någons mun
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Den djupröda tonen från bakfulla läppar.
Det där var inte där igår.

Sättet hon tittar på mig på.
Det där var inte där igår.