Conversation

Perhaps there is no need to introduce myself I thought. A sloppy mood and a melancholic look anyways... she was sitting on the bench. Brown hair with a blue jacket a blue hat and a light brown scarf. I could see her eyebrows from afar and her chin while she was looking over her right shoulder. She seemed lost in the layers of the air the bouncing balls that reside there, propagating the waves of deepness along the elbe while looking from Bruhl terrace.

The sun was set and the clouds were coming together like ants do, wrapping around the sky while smuggling some rainy nectar passing it between themselves like armed cumuli as the sun rays were deflected from  inside. She was spotting the show quietly and sober, over the fence that divides the garden on top and the street below.

The time stopped and the smoky stone seemed to talk while the winds scratched the surface with the leaves. She lost her concentration and like a cards castle, time moved on as she pulled a bunch of papers. She was writing and moving her hands as fast as possible for not to loose details from the images that were passing through her head, down to the fingers and up, back again to her mind. Somehow I felt identified with the moment she was experiencing, it was definitely a matter of inspiration a moment of creation.

I felt that I had spend too much time looking at her and pretended to extend my time untangling the lock of the bike while waiting for my second chance to see. It was a sudden nerve for it I just wanted to see. But couldn't contain... a battle of graphite and paper was combined with the sound it made, with violence the writing became continuous and a burst of fire I could see, emanated from her eyes. Creation itself like never before I thought... I took the metal horse and rode towards one side without loosing the angle, like a wolf when tries to hunt.

The blue light of the sky that never sweeps away fell upon her eyelids a glance of loneliness a glance of despair and solitude. The writer wrapped her foils into a folder and sat quietly while breathing not moving not saying a word. And looked back to me. Perplex... with a smile I made homage to the feast and fell deep into the black horizon of her eyes without hesitating nor moving trapped by the magic of her words.