13-11-2003
SAID, ONCE, MADMEN, FILM-MAKERS, PASSERS-BY,
LOVERS, ANGELS AND WHO ELSE I DON’T KNOW
Kind
memories straight from deeply misunderstood people
Said, once, the greatly acclaimed actor on stage,
before dying and diving into
his very own audience: “I'm just a madman, draggin'
my own feet, and scrapin' the thick surface... I’m waiting for my turn to cry
but tears are no longer in my eyes
I confess my deep love but she says nothing but "it
can't be true, why don’t you turn away and go to..."... It's all like
walking through Space, just demanding Silence... roaring
Silence.... I have fallen in love again, and again it
is to me the most stupid thing ever
done... I've been here and I've been there, but no-one
is sitting in the middle.......
...maybe because the Earth and its population, friends
and lovers, I'm not able
to see .... or just because my absurdly erratic nature
has always prevented me from
being there.... I could have found death. But I could've
found life, either.
And love. The one I've never had.
Or the one I won't ever have.
Only sleepy slowly gently dying on my (surrealistic)
pillow.”
“Ehi, how many girls have you had, in your life?”
– said, once, the passer-by
“Lots of girls and plenty of love, dear unknown
friend. But only in my poetries.”
“Ehi – said, once, the madman – I split the
second!!...”
“No – said the dead man – you have only split my
life...”.
“Hey, darling, I’ve been crying rivers and oceans...
you said you don’t love
me... Won’t you bring me, then, a clean handkerchief?...”
– said once the
manic-depression-addicted-lover.
“...but... where am I, God...?” – said, once, the
dead man angel.
God: “You’re in Heaven – very pleased to meet you.”
“... well, Mr. God... since I’m in Heaven, could
you assure me I will find here
a woman who’s willing to love me?..., because, as you
could see during my life
on Earth, no woman seemed to be disposal in falling in
love with me........”
“My greatest talent?... – said, once, the
“faceless actor” – “...well... I guess
whenever I fall in love: I ALWAYS fall in love with the
wrong girl, usually
girls who already have their own, stable boyfriend....
It’s such a pity to have
such a damn talent.... Maybe Mother Nature, before
conceiving me, made a big
mistake: I personally find, sometimes, it’s quite
engaging to take advantage of
a specific natural-born-talent. But talent itself very
often gets placed in the
wrong way, and you can’t do anything about it, unless
you find a very original
solution, which is, of course, not “natural-borne”.
Why didn’t Mother Nature give me the right talent in
the right place?... Why,
for example, didn’t she “engage” herself in
giving me THE SAME talent, THAT
hugely useful one which can make me able to fall in
love with the right girl in
the right place (and WITHOUT the usual boyfriend in the
middle...)?...
Said, once, the erratic-quote-man: “Life to my eyes
can be nothing but a little,
graciously flowers-fueled roundabout: all you see will
be people, cars and
passers-by who go around it, then back again, whether
they turn on right or on
left.... it’s somewhat an encompassing, romantic way
to look at the madness or
gentleness that get shaped in order to create our
existence. Very instructive indeed!!...”
My greatest tragedy?... – said, once, the famous
old-fashioned long-haired beat
generation writer – “Whenever I declare my love to
a girl and she replies
nothing but “oh... ok...” or (sarcasticly) “well...
it’s really really
touching....”. More or less it’s a failure and most
of times I have to go back
home totally misunderstood and torn. Nobody I know
seems to realize I feel bad
and they (friends and acquaintances) seem not to take
me as seriously as I wish
they did. You have to know, whenever I fall in love
that’s only a huge waste of
time. Do not misunderstand me: I often get lonely and
loneliness may turn into a
“dead end street”, alias: I, mistakenly (and quite
often) take that path, and
till the very end of it I’m such a hopeful, charming
and determined person: it’s
when I get there I realise I’m approaching that
“very weird thing” called
“nowhere”, an extremely thin, weak line I have to
constantly be aware of...
Said once the-great-late-drama-film-maker: “Whenever
I’m in the process (and in
possess) of true creative ideas it’s like being
pleasantly devastated by
hurricanes, floods and storms all of them assaulting me
in the tiny space of a
mere second... It’s so hard and overwhelming to try
to arrest and fight THOSE
unbelievable forces.... You get yourself totally
involved in this truly flaming
process you don’t even have the time to breathe that,
after another second, it’s
all over, leaving me with the same frustration of a
love that won’t ever come
back to me anymore. Hundreds of thoughts in very short
while.... and hundreds of
loves disappeared, gone tragically lost........
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