"Hi, This is for you", in ajigsawmusic.blogspot.com

The silence or at least part of it, is good company for the unfathomable abysses of solitude. And there is a drift, a certain charm that belongs only to it - and also, at times, in that wisdom. If it was the torpor that kept the ink during all these days, so it is from it that we now return. But absence is not immobility, it is certainty of knowledge of the filaments of the secrets. This gap at the door hastily opened of the darkroom where we reveal each of the turns of the needle with which we weave the robes of the wolf, has ended. Let's unleash the reins of the fire ... like fireflies at the door of the house blue. It’s been so long since I was last visited by these fragments of incandescent life.It’s been so long since this longing of i do not know what that visits me. "As far as I know, I will live forever" he said, leaning against the exit door - as someone who appreciates the irony of time lost and knows that this little time left is honey from pollen of flowers harvested before season - and in this, the immortality shuts her eyes to our condition: we are dust of the road and we hardly have time to get used to the heels of the time.Perhaps it is the longing of not knowing more, or too much. After insufflating the blue house of new color, we condensed a handful of metaphors in one division: Pedro behind the lens, under the watchful eye of Sofia, with Carlos with scissors na a smile in hand, helped creating the scenes of what also is called the video of the song Red Pony - but I get too ahead, for this has its place - but later.So onward.There is always one more story to tell, especially for those who like to keep them: in the middle of last month, Lisbon, in a garden of which I do not know the name, near the museum of natural history, Jorri and I, sitting at the table, were showing Sofia the final version of the video, when a person suddenly approached our table. Almost in silence, handed us a design with fewer words than emotion "hi, this is for you" and I, who loathe the traffic of big cities, found here rewarded the three crossings around the Marquis to get there. Only days or perhaps weeks while this drawing was inside Jorri’s book, I could the read the address written in the corner of it http://dailydrawing.nl/ . Thus, the person from whom we had but recorded vague memories of features, now has a name and a story told through drawings and ink.Another ink. Thank you Marie.Now that the fireflies are so many against the door of the blue house, the road regains clear contours. We’re going back to the heels that do not linger here. There, near the curve, the wolf awaits for us. This time he will come with us to a nearby mountain. It is his territory. It is ours.

JoaoRui

“When they thought I was running away, I was merely gathering speed, my friend”