Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn . . . . Films is a childhood daydream, it is more than just an idea, more than just a feeling, it is an adventure into that tender age when everything was possible - everything was magical - everything was so big. It is a hide and go seek game back to innocence. It is that longing which never goes away, a beautiful adventure into a soul which never grows up, into what you once believed, back into your youth . . . .
Saturday, November 6, 2010
. . . . Big Jet Plane . . . .
I gave
myself
a couple of days
to fly - where to others - in first class - they served pink champagne
when - for me - nothing else held on - nothing remained
I took
off
bought a ticket - packed a bag - to run - back to the - otherwise called - everyday
settled for nothing
but my solitary - getaway
I walked
through airports
connecting - later
only myself - I wanted - to intentionally detain
to give myself reason - to unwind - my tired brain
and now you find me here writing this confession
while smiling . . . I layover & wait for my next - "big jet plane"
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