The endless summer

Her thoughts have spilled all over this city and me...like a dragon's breath impregnating every single intention of movement with images from a past that used to be a present.

her steps were soft and made no sound when passing the Bloemendaal sands, she just went about and returned to that safe place in her mind.

-You remind me of someone, he said

- Someone from your past?

- Someone from the past.

The circus had started these days and everyone was asked to remember the secret passwords to go in, even the city bums remembered it...and whispered it down the streets.

- You need to let go of your fears, she said

- It's not as easy as it seems...

- It is, just move forward and hear all the sounds around you.

- I hear the tram very often, people walking and animals from the zoo, I live very close to the zoo.

- I think it's time to go now.

- You always interrupt our conversations in the most abrupt way.

- That's only because time is passing like a madman.

Photography classes had started, every single picture meant so much, and it was such a pain to fit in everything that was behind a single shot...He knows no one has time to devour what was behind it, they are just watching them because it makes them feel more human, or feel something at all.

He thought everyone was too practical and full of surprises for him to move on. What if he would just stand still, and let everything revolve around. Suddenly all the movement had stopped and he felt alive...The guy driving a rickshaw was weird but full of life, everyone felt threatened by it, his strange black glasses and his intention to go nowhere at all were creepy to them, as if the most important thing in life was to have everything arranged, arranged marriage, arranged holidays, arranged smiles and words.

She smiled and let herself out of the bed talking about our cactus and our cat and all the zillion people and films she had seen that day...this really is the most quiet city in the world sometimes isn't it?