INCOMPLETE THOUGHTS — FIRST EXPLICIT RESCUE

..... was over. Everything he confessed to himself minutes ago had gone: turned the crossing corner and left. Rushless but willingly, I stepped the sidewalk with tytanic feet — large and mythical paces, with hands always in my pockets, hiding them from the chilly wind also from pedestrian glances. There I counted one by one my innumerable sins in pentameric rosaries, manipulating virtual castanets of anguish.

While I crossed a street, my pagan prayers ceased when I saw that kiss: a couple, her to the bus, him to the trafic's tail; under the ephemeral roof of that bus stop, they hugged and kissed and couldn't see anything. The girl had her arm out in the air, as if she wanted to seize upon everything in her thoughts at that moment. Thus she made the bus stop and catch her beloved to take him away, leaving her somewhere else....


(Psychically received from Abobran Yielkis in Sep 29th 2003)