Ptitchitza u niskom letu

Every good day.

I find meaning in Everything. It's driving me crazy. She is.
Everything is Everything, but G_d is Love. Love is... somewhere to be found.

Nothing's more bewildering than Reality. Then the beautiful moment comes when we go to sleep and we can Dream For Real. Everything goes.

I hurt my leg the other day. I was dreaming about some doctor, a distinguished gentleman, like aging Robert Mitchum in some movie, who told me I should go to therapy. Probao sam sloziti ga sa zemljom, nonsalantno trznuvsi lijevim laktom. I missed. Then I hit my foot full strenght against his head. The soaring pain woke me up. I was Pain for two minutes. It can happen when I lean to much on my left side, on my heart when I sleep.

Maria always slept to my left, between me and the wall. I once fallen asleep in her embrace and in the sleep, in some unpleasant dream I ducked my head to avoid a hit coming its way.

"Mi amor...", she said softly. I never hit her. I never would. I always said to her "Hit me!" when she would go La Bomba to me, when she would explode without a hint of what caused it.

I'm glad she never did hit me. I like my teeth, I'm kinda attached to them. But it may have been good to her if she ever did. She would reaffirm her love for me, I always thought. If she saw me hurt, or in blood, perhaps she would next time make a better effort to explaining to me what did I do to hurt her.

What did I ever do to hurt her? Why is my best not good enough for Her?

I'll tell you: because she THINKS she is not beautiful.

See me again, mi amor, mi amiga. See me again. I won't ever try to persuade you again. You can be your ugliest self with me, it's good enough for me.