Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

dimanche, décembre 22, 2013

Unknown

It seems this blog belongs to me. I can't remember who you were, so surely we must have met over a year ago. I don't have long-term memory. I can only remember things that happened a few months ago. Due to the trauma I suffered... But I can hardly remember that, too.

Who were you? What did your voice sound like? Have we ever seen each other, in person? What do you look like? Are you tall? Is your skin pale? What colour is your hair? Are you handsome?

No, I can't remember you... (But I wish I could. This blog, if it's true that I wrote it, looks amazing!)

(Ah, Marian, Marian... Perhaps not remembering is a blessing, after all.)