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Meeting With A Stranger (March, 1976)
… a few days before a job was assigned to him … «Meet me tonight», the unknown girl woman. «Warrior’s Square, seven o’clock.» He had no particular wish to go, but… «All right», he said. «See you tonight.» He went there, of course, and, of course, on the...
Out of Otherness (August 15, 1975)
«It’s something like dreaming» (A voice whose memory is lost, perhaps) «Hi», says her voice. Her voice! He has never heard her voice, that’s sure, however he recalls, he knows, and before turning around he knows to whom the voice belongs. So he fears...
Day of the Bull: A Forewarning (August 15, 1975)
«I do not wish to fight anymore…» (Disembodied voice heard while writing) so many memories from the stairs he heard the music from his room came the sound to the room he ran and looked inside nobody there but record player playing so many years before...
July 10, 1975
… the following night he saw her again … she seemed more aloof, however … she almost did not look at him … when he left, she left, too … an hint to hope, perhaps … but he did not see where she went … the following morning her face was but a vague remembrance...
July 3, 1975
… when the rain begins to fall, he knows he will never see her again … she has gone away, most likely … and so it is … once she did stare at him for a long instant with a desperate sad look … then he did not see her again … sometimes along the way he...
July 2, 1975
… and then he saw there, sitting at a wooden table, the unknown dark heroine of the tale, a girl with long, dark hair, as dark blue clad as he was, her face reminding Charlotte’s face. A cheerful girl, smiling and sucking a white popsicle. Beside her...
Connectedness
swift brushes like fingers on strings playing a storm of sighs and cries while bare bodies wave attuned like smiling face to smiling face and rills of rapture run as springs
June 15 and 16, 1975
But when two mortals are one in heart, Not iron bolts keep them apart; The words in their union they use, Fragrance like orchids will diffuse. Ta Chuan, VIII.6 «I do not exist», the dream girl says, dim, dark & lovely. «Not yet. And what if you will not...