Once there was……………………………
too less a time and much to do.
Too little air and much to breathe.
Too less a space and much to woo.
Too little energy and much to reap.
Too limited a vision and much to see.
Too small a mind and much to learn.
Too limited a wisdom and much taken to be free.
Too small a choice and many boats to burn.
Anna is sitting naked on the high-backed chair looking in the cheap aluminum framed mirror. It is a small room in a grey depilated apartment building and almost nude with sparse furnishing: two simple chairs in a corner, used more as a resting place for dirty clothes than for idle gossip. A small TV mounted on the wall, on mute with its screen alternating between static and a music video featuring a few garish characters from hell. A double bed in another corner covered with a dark purple quilt and presently occupied by a naked hairless man whose only principal physical feature seems to be a bulging and pale beer belly, obscene with the singleness of a prominent dark belly button. Two lamps on metallic side tables on each side of the bed are visible; one throwing a red glare across the room and the other indecisive in its flickering. The room smells faintly of cheap sex and sweat: both man sweat and woman sweat and the smell of their unwashed bodies. The room smells of used condoms and dirty bedsheets; the room smells of sin and of the basest of desires.
Paint on paper. Depicts the plight of a woman in conservative societies
The house of God was in order, bowing angels in attendance.
Death begged admittance, wrapped intimately in dark shadows.
“What do you want ….. the most despised conception of mine?”,
the Godly voice thundered.
Pastels and ink on paper.
The hand just moved with the flow of music
It is very rare that I fall in love with a word.
‘Sehnsucht’ is a German word with no direct translation in the English language. It corresponds to longing or nostalgia for a place that may never exist