Electropixie

He liked words and images. "Blue" was one of his favorite words. He liked the feeling it made on his lips and tongue when he said it. Words have physical feeling, not just meaning, he remembered thinking when he was young. He liked other words, such as "distant," "woodsmoke," "highway," "ancient," "passage," "voyageur," and "India" for how they sounded, how they tasted, and what they conjured up in his mind. He kept lists of words he liked posted in his room.

Then he joined the words into phrases and posted those as well:

Too close to the fire.

I came from the East with a small band of travelers.

The constant chirping of those who would save me and those who would sell me.

Talisman, Talisman, show me your secrets. Helmsman, Helmsman, turn me for home.

Lying naked where blue whales swim.

She wished him steaming trains that left from winter stations.

A veces me enamoro, otras abro los ojos. No siempre escribo, pero me gustaría. No me queda ningún cuaderno sin su mancha de café, sin su poema a medias y algún recuerdo inventado. Suena música y se desordenan las sonrisas aleatoriamente, despertando el pasado, invocando a fantasmas que ya creía muertos. Puede que este golpe de nostalgia cruja como las hojas en otoño, pero no es más que la falta de nieve en este invierno que no ha cuajado. Y pasa el tiempo, pasa de todos nosotros, sin pararse siquiera a preguntar qué camino es el más corto.