Overlooking the beautiful garden.
8th Floor, looking up into the vantablack sky.
Flashing through time and hunting me with flashbacks.
Berlin, sitting on a couch, gazing at two by-three-metre
paintings and reflecting on last summer. Remembering
the shoot for Vogue, creating capsules and artworks.
Hamburg, the phone rings, a Store, asking if I want
one of my pieces to be published. Back to a painting.
Weeks later, looking through cherries in my Viewers.
Glancing at a pair of blue eyes with a touch of grey, a
grey that runs through her hair up to her whole Feed.
First date, I would have been on time if this random,
old Hispanic woman hadn’t asked me if I was Maria’s
boyfriend. I don’t know who Maria is. Going down the
staircases, I'll glance to the left and see nothing. To
the right and there she is. The sun shines on her face.
I hugged her, feeling ache from the kick-box training,
but still feeling warm and complete. Trapped in some
eyes focused on every feature of her. One lunch with
her, talking. Being interrupted by a call, oh I am late.
Second date, watching the sky covered in a rose veil.
Walking to the train, some people formed a big heart
around some Afro-American jazz musicians. I took
her hand, navigated through the crowd, and stood at
the top of the stairs. Holding her in my arms, feeling
her breath, he sings about love & I am falling in love.
Third date, passing one flower shop. She stands
among roses. I hug her, take her to the river and
we lie on the lawn. I love her perfume, smile even
the way she walks and talks. Some art galleries.
I hold her in my arms, in front of them paintings.
Kiss her on her porch, I have never felt so calm.
One step back, looking at her, two steps towards
her, grabbing her waist, feeling her arms around
my neck, looking down into them unique eyes. In
pain, she seems so lovely. I should choose them
ocean eyes instead of turning mine into a ocean.
A message from her. She wants to meet at her
favourite gallery. She told me how happy she is
to see me and asked why I will leave. She wants
me to meet all her friends. Unfortunately, I'll be
gone for a shooting after our little Rendez-vous.
I won’t be here for to long, I’ll leave for alchemy.
Christmas Eve, sitting alone in my apartment.
On some of them lonely nights, I get a visit.
Went to the balcony, took one and lit it.
Last puff, breathing and looking up.
Hallucinating, looking at a star.
Flying and calling me.
Flying towards me.
I went to it.
Collision.
