Saturday, November 13, 2004
First snowfall.
Full spiral?
Slush all day, but sticking now, frost and ice tomorrow.
Fire of autumn frozen underneath.
Festival of Woman's Choruses, "Niska Banja", where have I heard that before? Have I sung it before?
or in dreams..."Let's go the baths of Nis where we shall kiss kiss kiss"
or is it "you drive me crazy; you, sweetheart, torture my head" (ah, translations).
But on snowy nights, all that matters is 2+2+3 rhythms, and remembering what it was like when snow was pure joy...
Full spiral?
Slush all day, but sticking now, frost and ice tomorrow.
Fire of autumn frozen underneath.
Festival of Woman's Choruses, "Niska Banja", where have I heard that before? Have I sung it before?
or in dreams..."Let's go the baths of Nis where we shall kiss kiss kiss"
or is it "you drive me crazy; you, sweetheart, torture my head" (ah, translations).
But on snowy nights, all that matters is 2+2+3 rhythms, and remembering what it was like when snow was pure joy...
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