there are just a few things

as elegant and fragile
as the early morning snow
in late january

we played with a cloud

in millennium park
and had a lovely afternoon
collecting some impressionist dots

take five gentle breaths
passengers aside

off to chicago

you have everything in this story

about two of them
locked in together

in their strange and collapsing
still glamurous lives

luxury and greed
pride and fear
glory and sadness
happiness and love

it all gets you scared, angry,
shocked and helpless



while watching her beauty
irreversibly fading away

one of those very moments
that makes this city so special to me

the "n" train rushing toward the island
the brooklyn bridge arises suddenly
with dazzling skyline aside

i saw her today
long, blueish hair
all in bones and with scars
she was a bride,
a very weird one.

with no bouquet
she was alone
waiting for someone to hold
her hand.

and i was wondering
where he was...

*

at tim burton's exhibiton,
MoMA

walking down broadway i can never resist

sneaking into "fish's eddy",
browsing for cute details.

i usually get lost in the world of alice or dorothy,
and i never miss the gallery behind.

i love "fish's eddy"
for its colors and shapes.

it reminds me of fairytales.

the ones that you forget when you get old.