“

It was late, of course,
just the two of us still at the table
working on a second bottle of wine

when you speculated that maybe Eve came first
and Adam began as a rib
that leaped out of her side one paradisal afternoon.

Maybe, I remember saying,
because much was possible back then,
and I mentioned the talking snake
and the giraffes sticking their necks out of the ark,
their noses up in the pouring Old Testament rain.

I like a main with a flexible mind, you said then,
lifting your candlelit glass to me
and I raised mine to you and began to wonder
what life would be like as one of your ribs —
to be with you all the time,
riding under your blouse and skin,
caged under the soft weight of your breasts,

your favorite rib, I am assuming,
if you ever bothered to stop and count them

which is just what I did later that night
after you had fallen asleep
and we were fitted tightly back to front,
your long legs against the length of mine,
my fingers doing the crazy numbering that comes of love.

”

- “Genesis,” Billy Collins

Two bodies of water have trouble mixing because they have different densities.

summer 2012 lookbook of argentinian label A.Y. Not Dead

words cannot describe how much love I am feeling for this lookbook!

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

In an interview done decades after their 1967 divorce, in the midst of talking about their collaborations in the 1960’s that helped define the New Wave movement, the interviewer suddenly asked them, “can one be happy again after having such an intense relationship?”

In a rough translation, Anna Karina responds “Yes, one can be happy, but in a different way.”

Godard essentially responds “No, I believe one can be much happier.”

Anna Karina begins to tear up and excuses herself from the interview.

We fit together perfectly because we are completely opposite to one another; contradicting notions. I loved you for your gentle and timid nature; you loved me for my boisterous and thunderous temperament. I loved you for your body, always warm, unperturbed and comfortable; my body always seemed cold and frozen waiting for yours to clasp onto. I loved you for your calm and rational mind; you loved me for my neurotic and despondent mind. I loved you, because you weren’t me and I guess that’s why you loved me too. But in the end my love for you was too immense and compulsive for your love for me and so it ended before it ever began.

I used to think I was completely in love, but now I’m here all alone and broken hearted and I’m starting to think maybe I was wrong. Love shouldn’t end this way. In fact, love shouldn’t end at all.

The rain hits my window like a song we used to sing;

Your dark eyes are forever etched into the tender fiber that is my memory. The drops of water remind me of the false ‘i love yous’ you would sing to me. I am sick so sick of trying. I know I will never mean as much to you as you do so to me.

“I can imagine being about 40 and looking for him again and turning up that he’s settled and he’s got a beautiful wife and some beautiful kids and he’s completely happy and I’m still on my own.”

asta e pentru tine T,

te iubeste sora ta mai mare.

I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

- Charles Bukowski

imi place cum nu folosesti prescurtari in mesaje,
imi place cum respiri.
imi place cum mirosi.
eu
de doua saptamani ma
gandesc
ca esti un om minunat.

at least i do my best not to be the victim this time.

just for once could i be the one in control?