As The Crow Flies

One of the greatest things literature does is allow us to imagine; to identify with situations and people who live in completely different circumstances, in countries all over the world

you want to love
Do so
To the ends of the earth
With no shortcuts
Do so
As the crow flies.

I must leave behind denials and errors. I will think of him with great lassitude. I will no longer know his whereabouts, or what has become of him. I will no longer know whether the memory has faded or whether his pain still persists.
I wanted to believe in fairy tales, believe I could journey on the back of a camel and spend my afternoons sipping tea.
Now, I have to start all over again.

roulette with our lives, as if we have nothing to lose.’
Time moves anticlockwise and somersaults backwards. Will our children be able to avoid our mistakes? Will they know how to judge us?

Sometimes I wonder: ‘Why must we make the same mistakes as our parents and grandparents? We play Russian

I am dressed in my nice outfit, and I am wearing the earrings you bought me. I shift my ring to another finger. There, at the tip of the horizon, at another airport, someone is waiting for me.

I must leave. You see, I want a different world. Things have changed. I search for you and all I find is your shadow. All of a sudden, your scent is too strong. Your estranged body has lost its heat.
Today I am waiting at an airport where most of the travellers are couples. I have the whole afternoon ahead of me. The plane is delayed. I have lost all track of time.