let's reconsider

tole sem našla v beležki iz leta 2010. it's all coming back to me now.

 

it's so good to watch him, you know. so good to see him speak, then pull his head back, swiftly, his eyes secretly but intentionally meeting mine in a sort of silent provocation, a sort of clash of two intellects. there is the unmistakable sparke of intelligence in them. his hand, suddenly rising towards the burning hair, his moves so synchronised and nonchalant. a real divine outcast. carelessly he gets up and breathes in the last smoke of his cigarette, then puts it out with his long pianist fingers, his eyes still glistening towards me. with a smirk he turns away and jumps into the sea, his arms wide open, like a seagull. a picture of pure strength and perfection, raising lust in every single inch of me.

under the spreading fig tree, with a book and a cigarette burning in my hands, i realised

there are so many futures that are not meant to be lived.

 

ob ponovnem branju sicer sliči na doktor roman, ampak spomnim se, da mi je tale odstavek v določenem trenutku kar veliko pomenil.

kar pa se tiče futures that are not meant to be lived... hm, let's reconsider.

 

aja, ker je v kontekstu: summer son.