"The Harlequin or fool represents our spontaneous nature, that part that can listen and respond to impulses without censor. This innocence can be refreshing, freely trusting in the journey. However, sometimes when we embody this energy we may not watch where we are going, and blindly step off the cliff. This harlequin willingly goes into the mystery and magic of the world."
I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Would you learn to play the guitar, just so you could hear a woman sing for the first time?
The boy leads his mother with the red hair up the steps of the trattoria, the Palace of Sighs. I'm little more than a ghost watching them from behind a white mask. Where they go I cannot follow.
When I'm alone, I bury my disappointments. The promises I made the night before are all but gone by the time the evening rolls around again. I suppose I should really do something about that. I try to remind myself, I do - I even paint my fingernail to remind myself some times.
The sunlight filters in through the openings between the Brentano facade and onto the crowded black marble floor. They have come to pray to the Madonna. In my own personal experience a God has never spoken to me, but there's something touching about the sincerity of their followers. Only a person who loved their life could ever build a place like this. A small child with a wide grin is taken by his mother's hand once she has lit a candle on his behalf. They both wear black, but her hair is red like the blood oranges they sell in the market.
How will you be remembered after you are gone? Will anyone even still think of you? If a memory can be made from only one action, what will you do today that will live on forever in the hearts and minds of others?
You know, every time I look up at night and see a shooting star I only wish for the same thing - the next time I look up, I'll see another shooting star.
I was just thinking about a woman who had given me a ring to wear on my finger. I was sitting here, infront of my computer, with an old image of a deep, dark forest covering my desktop. The trees twist up from the ground like strands of hair in the wind.
I would like to use this as a space to collect various things that could keep us company on the nights we feel alone. Some spilled out of me, some I came across.
