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With a dream, it began. I dreamt of being here, high up, overlooking the twinkling lights of houses in the dusk and lamps reflecting in the nearby ponds.
Dancing on the riverbank to swing music / Ragtime: to music played through tinny speakers.
Music of depression (economic) from the 30s. A bygone time that rhymes with now. A time we’ve almost forgotten about, unfortunately. A music that helped. A necessary music for now, too.
Dancing in rhythm by the riverflowing river ever reflecting the incandescent lights on the brick-walled museums.
Dancing like there’s no tomorrow!
“But today he only saw one of the river’s secrets, one that gripped his soul. He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed andyet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new. Who could understand, conceive this?”
DANCING by a river.
A hot day with the sunheat locked in the hay.
crickets chirping. Plums ripe and bright bright purple.
So hot she was wet and he was pushing into her in the hot hay.
I’m looking for somewhere to swim.
They’re here, not just naked. I could smell that
on a day like this, this was the only thing worth doing
naturally
apart from swimming in the free.
Swimming in a lake that used to be a border
between two sides
of the same coin
I felt free swimming in that lake, sail boats and dinghies drifting aimlessly
like me
After swimming I see the couple again, smiling, relaxed in the worshipped sun light, smiling at me. I smiled back and, deep down, I wished had their confidence.
I stop at pedestrian red lights, even if theres no traffic but I drink my beer walking down the street.
I experience new freedoms for me and tolerate new opressions.
I strolled alone along these streets many times, often in the warm summer evening.
Pondering.
A city filled with memories. A battleground of ideas: each leaving their mark either in architecture, shrapnel or ggraffiti
I walk by it all.
I wonder about my ideas. My choices.
And their marks on me.
As the evening becomes dark, I stand on the bridge and hear the swing music start: the dancers dancing, the river flowing.
Related or recommending reading:
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
Ragtime by Doctorow
Hauptmann von Koepernick (Film)
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