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(Leh, Ladakh - India)

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(from the book "Quotidiania Delirante", by Miguelanxo Prado)

Slumberland II

Morning arrives with audacity. Anguish and light, spilling with disdain over anonymous objects. Dreams fading so quickly that I forget to write them down again. I stare at the notebook and try some words:

"morning arrives with audacity"

and I forget the rest.

I decide to follow my shadow back into the night, hoping that uncounciousness will feed my pen. To my surprise, darkness is a blaze. It could be the moon or just open shutters.
I reach my notebook and write, believing that I am actually writing on my notebook:

"morning arrives with audacity"

I don't seem to be getting too far so I open my eyes. There are two moons in the sky. Could be two bulbs on a ceiling but I swear it is two moons. One of them tells me there is no such thing as two moons. I don't believe her because moons cannot be trusted. I reach for my notebook and write:

"never trust a moon you have never seen before"

and then morning arrives.

with audacity.



(text by O Coxo)