motz
dimecres, 7. de setembre 2005

once

i got stucked with amtrac in chicaco, which i didn't like, heard the announcement: last train leaving for new orleans. met some people who told me, not so long ago they still had a piano in the train. in the washing room were red chairs, tables and big mirrors. got some adresses and went down after a stop in urbana champaigne. wasn't meant to, but it happened. i remember the guy, who picked me up at the train station and let me stay. i remember the heat, already in may. i remember the swiss girl, who was worried when i didn't come home, because she found blood in front of the entry. remember the alligator warning because of heavy rain. i remember the guy with his boat in miami. the guy behind the bar, who gave me not just a glas but the bottle. the shoemaker, who fixed the holes while i was waiting. the pantomime girl, who was beautiful, but when she opened her mouth a nightmare, saying she appears in a song of laurie anderson. the guy from the magazine who listened. the fiesta and food in a beautiful garden, where a woman danced salsa after dinner. the gallerist in his wheelchair. the gallery with the picture of blue dogs in the window - it was the blue period in new orleans. the woman at the opening, who thought she sees something in the painting. the street fiestas after the jazz festival. the woman, who gave me some clothes. the voodoo feeling, i hardly could stand. remember that i started to paint the rooms not to get crazy. i remember the mumbling witches at the corner dressed in black; faceless because of their hoods. the three guys under the bridge, who put up their scarves, before i passed by and when i thought: that's it. but they got paralyzed by themselves when i didn't freak out but walked up to them with a big smile. the fiesta where i teached people how to eat and what are marillenknödel. the cockroaches you could shoo by clapping hands. the hometrained pigeon, someone gave us at the bar, saying she is meant to be with us, the times i tried to leave new orleans just to be brought back again, and the time i finally made it.

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