"Les mots sont des pistolets chargés"
Jean-Paul Sartre
Dear Stranger;
Hi, Hey, Hello!
This expedition begins through the window of a nondescript building.
I know you've been here and there,
In a city full of Gray. It is an imperfect vision.
This is what I see, and what I would like you to see.
These are my eyes when Reality is beautiful and imperfect.
Of geographical content, that when placed in a bag is necessary to begin an adventure.
The awkwardness of the Unknown that conquers language through confusion, and involuntary humour. Life is, but a Sitcom.
And the secrets of yours and mine,
Are you willing to let go of any?
What is the meaning of an incomplete history?
My feet feel light.
I’m afloat.
Let go of my steps and, subtly I arrive to you.
Only you shall notice, for I will come like the Dawn in the summer.
Sometimes words can have the force of a wave:
Wallowing,
Seeping inside your head.
Leaving you breathless and then,
Bringing you back ashore.
When you wake up we shall meet.
Terminate the search, this meticulous research. Our memories will be archived, our mistakes catalogued, and for lack of evidence, the case shall be dismissed.
The countdown would have begun for us to jump, laugh, be silly, lose one’s head.
The neighbour shall even know. Slap!
A glass of wine, and you're out of control, with no muthafuckaah rules! This is the jungle!
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BAM! Interference
Emptiness..
The signal is getting weaker,
Lose all your image and vanity, and try to rebuild with words that I have left, that we have left. We're all lost or have we forgotten the way back?
It's too late and I hope for an answer.
Yet, I close my eyes and I'm surprised by the sight of Dawn with this picture through the window of a nondescript building.
I know you've been here ...
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A simple experiment with an uncertain goal. Ten letters to ten unknown recipients. A subtle pretext that seeks to alter the daily rhythm. A calculated provocation.
Dear stranger, hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Lorem Ipsum
