Les Merveilles - Grand'Soirée Keiko Mecheri 2015

The day is ending.

The sun is already sleeping behind the trees, a last quiet blue still glows over the firs.

Soon, the all-illuminating will close its eyes and I enjoy this moment of silence and the gentle farewell of the day.

There is nothing more beautiful and peaceful.

May time simply stand still.

This one moment.

And tomorrow? Tomorrow we will save the world. For sure. We will keep trying again and again.

Against the darkness.

We can't do otherwise.

A drop moistens my skin. Herbal enjoyment in the rainbow garden. Roses in lederhosen sing their song, they are so cool. The suspenders in vanilla harness, they strut through my garden, distributing grated almonds and dried fruit.

They wander over woods, resins, and all kinds of plants, I follow them. I close my eyes and inhale every single scent particle through my battered nose... (yes, it can still smell, despite testomania...)

What a potpourri…

Peaceful soft amber follows warm.

Wrapped in a vanilla blanket.

I pull out the pillows and lounge in my blanket.

Good night.

To all of you.

Everything will be fine.

Hopefully.

Crystal glass.
Fine liqueur tears
flow
in viscous structures.

A glance through the room,
in the abundance of
backlight
velvety
aerosols cling,
warm and
dense.

The fine crackle of the
gramophone.
Sparks of a
flintstone.

Along with your word,
distinct and
clear.