Notre Père qui êtes aux Cieux
Restez-and Et nous nous sur la Terrra resterons
quelquefois if Qui est jolie .. .
Jacques Prevert. Pater Noster .
I had lost my glasses and ...
As it went to class, just after I took over the years and I went for new ones. In tests I was told I had nothing, nothing remarkable, be understood apart from a slight deviation in one eye (which I consoled myself thinking about all the girls I have been fascinated by that bit perfect squint in the eye, or in Henry Miller and many other endearing smug yet drawn with a lazy eye "Clues in which I had never seen and would not see me even though I said they suffered from a diversion on the look-) and to see a little blur the boundaries at certain distances (distances to those who otherwise contours do not matter too much), well, who apparently had cheated me years ago (most likely in the words of the doctor) ... or healed me (in my innocent optimism that characterized this view of mine, although it deviates a bit, but not to me, I am something fatal and now that admit it: too easy to cheat). At the eye doctor did explain the evidence and make me some more, the guy pulled out of the hat, dust all training and content, like a magician in front of an enthusiastic volunteer at a time when the secrets of magic-simple-is in the doldrums. That was fun. But the rest of the audience, that is, my companion, who had only come to pick up some lenses, got bored, sorry for asking me to come along and remind me that one day, long ago, I wore glasses, not to mention that of shame he was posing, sitting there all in my paper, a face full of metal chachibaches, lenses and questions aloud. Today
day, sometimes, I take his sunglasses, short-sighted. I have this weakness. They give in and reluctantly lend me your glasses, emerging a few minutes to small color blindness with your eyes closed, suddenly a bit lost, vulnerable, charming "... as for a moment, through the windows, I wonder of the world of the outlines useless I usually lose, or book me as look-but listen: they are there.
... after all ...
... yet lost among small scams and dubious cures, outlining the incomprehensible done to see on this planet
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