I like keys. As I like doors, windows, and eyes. Wide open.
I like the old keys, when you find them and you have no idea of what they may open.
I have some key sentences :
"that was not necessary"
"I can fly if asked gently".
I love this one, it can be used in many situations. I wrote this a long time ago, maybe I was 14, never mind...
No, I surely don't have the keys. I can deal with that. I joyfully accept these feelings.
I met an angel in the south of France. Since then, we've been flying together. Nice trip. No, you're wrong. She's a She.
I finally called the painter, and left a surrealistic message. And he called back. Same day.
I met a woman who proved to be my sister, her hair is orange as I always wanted to have it since Milla said "pleaaaase".
I was wearing a white dress the other day. Not black, white.
I remember this key-instant that came with a subtle warning, like a discreet aura to tell me "an instant to remember". There was a pair of shoes involved. And nothing was futile.
I had a non-birthday party, yes, in wonderland. It was fun, and soft, and warm. Sparkling laughs.
I met this precious friend from the North, her name is Groete Dik, actually she hardly exists.
I wish sometimes people would give me some keys for their labyrinthe. I sometimes have a blur vision : I could read "welcome" on an Exit door.
I was thinking of some musiciens not seen for a significant time, so they called at this very moment and say : in Paris the day after tomorrow.
This is another key-word : the day after tomorrow.
Yes, I can fly if asked gently.
When saying these words recently, somebody told me the story of this actor who did not want to do a commercial short movie. The director was trying to convince him : "But very few people would see it, it's a national ad, it won't be noticed, nobody will know." Then the actor answered : "So, it would be like writing a letter to the moon ?"
Let me give you one more key : The day before yesterday I was 21 years old. No kidding. Here is the picture of the moon the day when I was born :
Beautiful, n'est-ce-pas ?
"N'est-ce-pas ?", key-words again. Bettina used to say that, quite often.