A spark

Brief moments of happiness, like little sparks are what turn a gray cold day into a sunny warm one. A conversation, a smile, a mere presence turns things around with such ease. Sometimes things are better left unsaid, but the fire that burns inside makes the water of the feelings boil and sends a moist subtle perfume into the air. Words are never enough to describe this feeling. Courage and decision is what is required now, tact subtlety and fun just have to be inherent parts of it all.

I know how this is all a replay of moments past, the sense of deja vu is omnipresent, yet even if the universe is completely unaware of us, we still feel and that makes us alive. That makes us run against a wall hoping that this time we will stop in the warm and tender arms of someone we love and not the hard reality.

This is the story of a man falling from the 50th floor of a building,
he is repeating to himself. Jusqu'ici tout va bien (So far so good).
But the important thing is not how you fall. Its how you land.



For this time I will forget about all the stories of the past, forget all the bitterness that has accumulated over the years. Forget about the Deja vu and go with the flow.

Wish me luck. Matilde est revenue.



Yet the worse thing that can happen is just : Jeff.

Time distorts the finner structure of the universe

People come and go, appear and disappear out of life like characters on a screen. In the cinema of life, like on the big screen, each character is introduced and dismissed by using some formal rules. In life such events are just played without a script.

Last night was a pretty special as some stories from the past had to be dealt with on an emergency basis. The rush of adrenaline the turmoil that ensues, oh joy oh joy, feeling alive and thinking on my two feet.
About the technicalities, for the time being it shall suffice to say that, a final dot had to be put on a sentence that was left open, yet unwritten, several months ago. The dot is there, lives can move on. No book is written without shedding ink, and it is painful at times to do so. Yet no stories are told without drama. And that is all last night was, a drama lived in the Merlijn.