|The malaise of melting memories/ Goodbye sweet Cannes 2015
||[May. 26th, 2015|02:21 pm]
Goodbye is like a little death|
If only there was a way to carry a little fragment of everything
that ever touched you
And for each fragment to be big enough to bathe in
when you thirst for the splendid past.
Then goodbye wouldn't feel like violence
against love as delicate as a spider's thread
that binds hopelessly to dying things.
I wish there was a forever place
to store all sources of wonder
of which you are one.