Letters from Prague
me take away your fears in your dreams. I am walking in daze, and
always alone, always grasping the way out of the dark. I heard woes but
none of them seem to be near. They are like the echoes of the walls,
each voice vibrating in the air. Maybe they are the voices of those who
walked in the old days, those who are brave enough to talk to the
creator of Dreams. I am but a coward, I cannot speak, neither shout. I just grasp my direction and continue walking.
*** Franz, The
God of Dreams has indeed...
Waiting in Vain
How can you enjoy this
feeling without taking a risk? Let it fly away without panting,
without moaning, without blood, without a single drop of dream?
Waiting in vain. Is this not the essence of our struggle, our
rebellion, and the very purpose of existence? Because you
know/understand that Life doesn't offer some salvation. Only, it has
mysteries unresolved, some erotic fantasies repressed, some dream
waiting outside the door of vanity. No, we can't afford to sleep, to
shut up, to fuck off. We must at least take a risk, before the
gallows hang our dream.
You were seated beside me. We exchange smile. At that moment, I saw the
gesture Kundera once inspired him in writing his novel Immortality.
That day, I experience some miracle from God. That day I carried myself
from a distant shore. That day I let myself to walk in empty space
lighter that air. I dream.
Christmas is greeting us. We are in a hurry going home in our own
province. Your ticket says your destination is Santa Maria, Ilocos Sur.
And I am from Vigan. We were both from the clan of Silang, you said. I
If intimacy is a kind of gesture capturing a fleeting...