Hazel_Pelafina, 10:46
one, two, ThREE P,H,P Poe and her purloined letter. a letter which has been diverted from its path a letter whose course has been prolonged in the language of the post-office they call it: "a letter in sufferance"...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:44
Mom, i wrote a poem for you. i am the mind tree. one day from Nowhere came sorrow to the place called Somewhere. when i walked out of the classroom the tail of words followed me. when i'm trying to think blue and end up thinking black....
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:43
•• ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I wrote you (about) a letter that didn't arrive. I self-censored it. Where do self-censored letters arrive? Do they arrive? Where do you send them to?...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:42
Mom, i found a pink wood in the trees. there are many lives. colour is just one way of putting it. writing what i can't read, is there someone who can? i'd like to meet her just one second later. i know i can give her something. to...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:41
Dear Mom, i think you're doing well. i think we have to be lost in space to be alive. i think living is to be lost in space. maybe it is space. (and maybe space is lost) i'm saying this because the Nile flows through my stomach as you...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:40
Dear Hazel, "Catatonic Phase", the doctor said. Still Life. Still. Could I write my story, could I have a history, a space or am i like an airport or a supermarket, a subway, a non-place? The world invaded. So: catatonic. Seeing is doing....
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:39
Dear Mom, it's late at night. i'm in my bed. the world is quiet. books are closed. i forgot everything. swallowed a star. how are you? did it ever occur to you this question implies the very core of all philosophy? i mean, how the...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:37
Dear Mom, it's for a couple of days now i feel like writing to you. because of the nice feeling i have doing it. it gives some rest to my (misty) mind, it makes me feel at home. and it gives a very clear result: black letters on a white...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:36
Mom, i can make SOME sense out of it. i think your little dancer melts the words. isn't the fire always dancing? i think your little dancer is an angel from heaven. and i think he wants to show you the universe. i believe that's a place...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:34
Dear Hazel, The room I entered this time. The room where the fire was growing. The fire that makes words melt. The one that burns me. The one that burns inside me. The fire room. The room where fire caresses my face in the morning. The...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:30
Dear mom, i'm very glad you've found the words i've send you. it's a very nice story this woman told you. the bed in flames. i see it burning. but i have a question. do you know what kind of fire it was? because i believe there are...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:29
Dearest Hazel, This morning (1) I woke up and I found words I could trust. No words with blood(2)stains on, but words written down by the hands of a magician. I saw them and counted them: 125 or 521. Secretly I wished it were 124 or 421,...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:26
Dear Mom, it's really a nice painting you made there. i find it amazing. is this the first painting you ever made in your life? in case the answer is yes (as far as i know it is) i don't understand. unless. seeing this bowl i can't escape...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:24
Dear Hazel, Things are going well. I'm sorry for this silence. So much has happened in between and with bits and scraps I'll tell you all about it. You made me very happy with your letters. Sometimes you're my magician of (atmo) spheres! At...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:23
Dear Mom, it's some time now i heard something from you, i hope you're ok. maybe you lost your words, maybe i can give you some. it's kind of amazing (because you asked me about her), but i've got a telephone from Poe two days ago. there was...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:21
Mom, i found something. something small, but it is big. i found that rain gives light, when it hits the lake. it's the lake of my little secret spot. and it's the old rain falling from the sky and the trees and the leaves. the very old...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:20
Dear Mommy, i've just read your letters but i don't know anymore what you wrote. the words are evaporating. i don't know where i am now. me too, i'm evaporating. i'm nearby the sun, i think. i like to be nearby the sun. i've put a fire on...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:19
Dearest Hazel, Is happiness looking for me in the wrong place? I read this sentence on a postcard I got. Strange that these message had to travel through different places and has got all these different fingerprints on it. I can see the...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:17
Dear Hazel, Thank you for the letters, although I didn't reply. I'm in a different place these days and I feel very unwell. I feel organs in my body. I feel insects eating my belly away and probably also some mosquito's biting on the inside...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:15
Dear Mom, it's quite fascinating what you're writing there. it's like your blood is running through my veins. i know you made me, once, but it seems so long ago and i always thought like i was someone different then you, but then, it now...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:13
Dearest Hazel, I received a letter from you today. I couldn't read it yet. The doctors will give it to me at eight o'clock, IF I took my medication. I don't get Xanax anymore, since I'm calm. But I still get 6mg Risperdal and it makes me...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:11
Dear Mom, there's something Strange going on. since last evening i have the impression of you being here. i say this because it's white. i'm in a white cloud. it's very misty, i can't see a damn thing. but i can feel things. all kinds of...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:09
Dearest Hazel, I seem to crawl in and out the mirror again. I'm walking through the white landscape. Hoping to find you, hoping to see this glowing light when I come closer. And I hope being close to you will make the contours of my body...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:07
Dearest Hazel, Since I feel better and I write you letters, I want to show you this poem i wrote the day after I had my dream. I follow a poem-atelier here, called "shampoopoetry". The doctors allowed me in there again after two months of...
Hazel_Pelafina, 10:02
Dearest Hazel, Let me tell you about dream I had in this cold place. I woke up with it this morning, everything was blurry again: The cloud inhabits me, or do I inhabit a cloud? I never know. I can't get my head around it. i never...
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