I like pretty things. Things pleasing to the eye. Wild colours, a unique perspective.
But more than that, I love things that make me think. Catch my breath. Smile. Wonder.
I like pretty things. Things pleasing to the eye. Wild colours, a unique perspective.
But more than that, I love things that make me think. Catch my breath. Smile. Wonder.
From the OST of Ali, Tomorrow by Salif Keita
A blue night appears
adorned by a fresh breeze of rain
A half cast lamp shines allure
on a dusky velvet street corner
The rain drops marvel their own elegance
in that warm patch of golden light.
The light that holds the night
together.
You were the croon
in some singer’s voice
mellifluous molassas
The sway of a belly dancer’s hips
You were the grace that epitomizes
a coconut tree
The riotous colours in some Spanish arbol
Electric vibrance.
And what dreams you dreamt
Of sailing to Gibraltar
in a tiny paper canoe
Of kissing the moon
Of siestas stolen
on sunflower petals.
You would transcend your physicality
and burn with the meteors.
But now,
blue night, fresh rain, half cast lamp
and that dusky velvet street corner
contain the foundations of your wounded hope.
Reality kissed you all over and in your soul
a sorrow weeps.
You look at the half cast lamp and think
that once your eyes used to shine as bright.