Last night I

woke up at my friends' (wrong word) place feeling a strong imperative to piss. When I sat on the loo I heard a loud miaow. My first sleepy reaction was to jump up and check quickly if I'm sitting on the cat. I don't know why I'm the only person who thinks it was a hilarious thing for me to do :]

Kar Wai Wong, "2046"

When you don't take "no" for an answer, there is still a chance you'll get what you want.

Love is all a matter of timing.

***

Young women wearing uniforms are marching through the streets of a port town. The wind pulls their shoulders, the sun lights up their faces; they're laughing. Some other time this town would bring rifles or stench, but now the air is filled with oxygen, in the background there's some sweet scent of the cologne. The sky from above the masts is descending in between the thighs. The sails are fluttering to satiate their lungs. Later at night the pavement looks exactly like the water depths. The women are stepping into it, hosts of sleepwalkers. Where do you exist for real. Maybe in the slim cigarettes smoke, maybe nowhere, or maybe right here, where the water hits against your thinly skin coated collarbone. Don't look at the lights. Let it go, don't fight. It was meant to be. The legend of the port town runs smoothly, some four year olds will drop their coins after you and their fathers will strain to see whether it's coppers that sparkle under water or your hair, like on that day when you were walking in your uniform, the wind blew and the port sky was falling on people's heads.

Dúška materina

the woman has sown the field
said her prayer
infused the herbs
to bring her luck

the corn won't sprout

her skirt is clean and fresh
her hair plaited
she has rubbed some flowers into it
what else
yet it won't sprout

she can raise her hands up to the sky
or fall to her knees
but the night brings only silence
madness
and nothing else

the woman leaves the field
she's silent
she hopes
the next year will change everything

for what else can she do