It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.
You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.
You were in luck — there was a forest.
You were in luck — there were no trees.
You were in luck — a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
a jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant …
So you’re here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn’t be more shocked or
how your heart pounds inside me.
- Wislawa Szymborska
everytime we quarrell,
my heart chips off a little.
does it matter?
maybe its too much a hassle.
“ Every word has consequences. Every silence, too. ”
Le ciel obscure, la solitude qui nous rends trop de peine
Le ceour qui brise, a cause qu’il y a vecu seul
L’amour est partie il ya longtemps que je t’ai vu
C’est incroyable que je peut vivre comme ca
perhaps in another world,
we live happily ever after
i could if i would
but i couldnt and you wouldnt
i could if you would
but you couldnt and i wouldnt
you could if i would
so i could and you would
//14 may 8.30pm