Southern
Memos, III – Survival
“Any
love that might exist
here,
now
is
pure fantasy”
As
I was reading her
speech
church
bells tolled
and
I wasn't sure where
the
sound came from – the film
or
reality
So
I took the camera
and
started looking more
carefully,
penetrating worlds
in
small steps
uncovering
possibilities
correcting
the spelling in my
thoughts
the
angle of my senses
getting
familiar with unusual
behaviors
– exotic
maybe
just detached from
a
certain expectation -
which,
after all, are a question of
color,
keenness of
light
and
humidity
“ Are
you sure you want to part
forever?”,
the voice
went
on
There
was a long silence
before
the room's view was
revealed
-
long
enough to hear
the
shutter button performing
its
pragmatic
opening
Then,
their bodies came closer
touching,
their hands
rubbing
between
their
legs
tanned
from age and always
the
sun
burning
beyond
bareness
Meanwhile,
outside
a
noise
of
cans and plastic
being
raven, made me stand up -
a
dog
concentrating
on survival.
©
2016, José Coelho
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