i cannot write today.
i should be acid, spreading black prophecies, a stray heart
howling in the empty streets, all instinct of my blood, each fibre of
of soul and body in rebellion.
so i went to see a film at cinema, Toni Erdmann, fairly good, maybe a bit better.
i laughed a bit and felt it was good to me that my children are not so cramped up and so obsessed with "success" as this daughter there. poor slave, all too human traits . a helpless father trying his best, at least he managed to give his daughter a smile,
but when is the best good enough?
from personal experience : never.
On my way home i found a letter on the road, weirdly addressed to sleeping beauty behind seven hills.
This is it:
Bureau of Internal Affairs
Rua da Boa-Fé , 7
Lisboa
Lisboa, February 27, 2017
re: matter of a lost heart
Dear Citizen!
The office of universal investigations , branch office of cosmic police, planet Alpha-Omega, has brought a matter to our attention.
We are obliged to inform you officially on charges and administrative procedures.
Some time ago you left a shirt on a hanger in your wardrobe.
In its front pocket were some cigarettes of the make 'Benson&Hedges", specified as "gold", some little marihuana and a heart which may have escaped your memory.
The owner asked on the quality of care given.
He claims to have a reason to ask.
By human rights standards a heart must be returned when surroundings are not adequate and appropriate anymore.
We would like to ask you politely your opinion on this matter.
It may have caught too much dust amongst your clothes and between forgotten thoughts and dreams, possibly too far from the fresh air of green grass, flowers, freedom , joy and courage.
Of course we regard you as quite innocent if this turns out to be just a misplacement by chance or a lack of
proper memory.
You will excuse us if we remind you that hearts need to run wild and free and that they need
warmth and tenderness, water, a space to grow and a human to be trusted and to trust.
We are aware that you are very busy with yourself, with relatives and friends, with so many matters (as all of us), with depression, with mere survival and with various procedures of difficult adaptation to a harsh and troubling life.
From our secret karma files from Alpha-Omega we know your essence. You are a kind person
on a good way, and although you suffer in the bardo with all of us, you learned to dance with light and butterflies inside.
This office is not in the habit of accusations.
We draw your awareness to possibilities of a solution
of which you will kindly inform us.
Maybe you own a garden in which you can plant the heart and give it a hand growing,
maybe you can warm it under your sheets. a heart must first of all be wanted,
and we cannot tolerate it to be left in a wardrobe awaiting further disposal and use.
Please open the door, let light come in and respond to the heart, the owner and our office.
Off record we can inform you that the owner wishes to visit as he left his heart for a reason.
Please do not hesitate to call on us for any assistance you may need in this matter.
Yours sincerely
S. Rã do Sábado
Head of Department
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