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Monday, October 29, 2012

My lovely ghosts (continuing)


Leonie’s fireflies
When Leonie was a little girl, the only person she truly loved was her grandmother. Both of her parents were working abroad, only seeing her twice a month. As a child she always felt like she lost them already and she didn’t care that much because she had her grandmother. Grandmother came to her life straight out of nothing, like a gentle breeze into an empty room. Before that, Leonie was only surrounded by fairies and little grumpy goblins in their big beautiful house. Her Russian granny brought all sorts of unimaginable and magical things into Leonie’s life. Granny couldn’t speak any language but Russian, she was scared to death of washing machines and she only hand washed the laundry. Leonie loved the smell of their bathroom when her granny used to do the laundry in the bath tub stepping on the clothes. Every night before she went to sleep she was writing a long love letters to her dead lover. Once Leonie asked, why she wasn’t writing anything to her dead husband as well and Grandmother only replied that people are usually not married to their true loves. Leonie used to wonder why it was so and she thought that grown-ups were so silly. Why would you marry if not because of love? Grandmother was putting her love letters underneath her pillow so the ghost of her dead lover could collect them and had something to read and remember about. Leonie saw his ghost once, when he woke her up, begging her to explain her grandmother that he has never loved her and if she could please stop writing him letters because they disturbed his peace. Leonie didn’t have the heart to tell her such a thing, so she would always sneak in to her room and took the love letters away. Grandmother always got drunk on vodka in order to sleep well and wake up happier so her sleep was very heavy and she never noticed what was Leonie doing with the letters. On the other hand, when she woke up and found out that the letter is gone, her life made so much more sense than before.
When she died, Leonie’s heart cracked. It was almost Christmas. Leonie climbed on the roof of her house with thousands of grandmother’s love letters. It was quite windy when she was throwing them out of the roof. They flew a little, then burst into innumerable fireflies and the night became a day.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Grandmother


Walking in the night
awaken by bees born in starry night
So scared of webs on her breasts
With pink headache
and rainbow behind my eyes
I was wandering in the light that is too bright
Hiding in the inky puddles
that someone threw up
Trying to dance in the place where the ghosts kidnapped my eyes
I missed them like I miss the honey in my coffee
Missed them like the wind lifting my curtains
Like her words saying prayers and curses
When I found them they smelled like caramel
and I could see the place where the fairies cry flowers
And it's always been like she said: Broken glass in the morning, broken heart at night.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

My lovely ghosts: GEORGIE’S FALL, part 1


My lovely ghosts

GEORGIE’S FALL, part 1
I met Georgie, the Ghost, when I was on my year abroad in Valencia. He would just come/ fly into my room in the middle of the night as if not knowing that the night was the time when most of the humans would be sleeping. No, Georgie didn’t seem to care.  At the time I considered him as the most annoying ghost I’ve ever met until I got to know Margaret but well that’s another story.
First time I met him, I’ve noticed an unmistakeable sadness in his eyes or more precisely in his entire expression. I’ve always felt like it must have been there before, that maybe he was born with this sadness, deeply engraved in his hazel eyes. They always seemed very familiar to me, as if I was seeing them all the time, somewhere, in the trees, autumn leaves, during those long London’s rainy days.
Georgie told me so much about his childhood. He loved sitting on the tree, secretly looking at the people underneath. He used to think that people look so much more interesting and fascinating from his favourite tree. Moreover they didn’t scare him that much. He was daydreaming there, creating his lovely little world. The one thing he particularly loved doing was building the origami swans. He loved this idea of swans swimming through the innumerable amount of leaves. Every night, from his window he could see his swans shining in the dark. They gave him so much happiness and dreams full of unexpected pleasures.  Unfortunately, during one spring rainy day, Georgie’s father cut off his beloved tree. After this unfortunate event, nothing else in Georgie’s life made him as happy as sitting in this adored tree.  Well not exactly nothing else, until he met Leonie..........
 to be continued