Feedback... perhaps like a sort of Penelope sewing infinitely a sashiko embroidery, waiting for someone special...

Carpe, lynx, martins tristes et autres en équilibriste


Do you remember what happened that day and ... the next day?
You remember the exact location?

The day before, I knitted 7 stars, like a rainbow sky to hang like a garland.
In the morning, I was in Montmartre, to buy material to make a bag:
a large piece of black and a piece of synthetic leather, imitation tiger printed in purple.
I thought the crane-skin bag of the Druids, and thinking, my fondness for Asian culture has led me to the felin, although in terms of felin, Lynx is still my favorite.

A croaking raven, a breath of wind, and you were before me.
Montparnasse ... right next to a shop of bedding and furniture Japanese ...
I had many things in mind, but a particular song.
A short time, I felt that I was out of time and space, so I planted my stars with you in mind.

The next day, woke Merapi ...

I felt as if ... Ocean lives crying stars.

I knew I see you, I felt your presence all morning, I'll wait ...
I thought, and I still think, obligations, schedules that are yours, the little free time, I suppose, you have, the fatigue, the way you see things for act like that.
Curiously, I was caught between my chance and doubt, stunned by the lack of sleep, collapsing in pain, stomach empty for three days, with so much to say, ask, and the language barrier ...
I never wanted to bother anyone with my problems, but I got to a point where I could faint, collapsing completely.
It was not a leak, it was not fear, was the priority for my daughter to go home, like I said to myself "this is not the time. "
Walking like a robot, programmed for the minimum.

In any case, I couldn't jump on you, I couldn't put me in anger, or I do not know what else. I'm not like that.
I think I could smile, standing, and as I expected.
I could ... stand and wait.
But I had my daughter with me.


At least, this is says...