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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

aging


we are sitting at the cafe, his nose in and out of the paper.i
fingers play over the keyboard of my laptop half parousing the internet.

he: what are you thinking about?

me: nothing and you

he: nothing

me;(thinking to myself) i was thinking how the sunlight hits his eyebrow and his blue eyes shine, how the last fifteen years i have watched him grow into this handsome man. how is grey is camouflaged with his blond and it's beautiful and how the lines of his face has traced his kindness, is story how i love him now more than ever..

he: (interrupts my thoughts) well i was thinking about that girl over there how she reminds me of you when we met

and now i feel a string from my heart break as if it was a violin .

6 comments:

dia said...

and knowing him, he will not trade the now YOU for the then YOU for all the world.

heidi said...

I wonder if your thoughts as words, spoken first, would have changed his words.

Annie Edelman said...

Tell him!
I enjoy your blog very much.

corine said...

Mais non. The Nadia he loves is the Nadia of today.

Botany's Desire said...

How Beautiful your words are.

Susan said...

'just had to say....
I LOVE your bittersweet writings.
So special, so fragile and true.