red wine for breakfast
“Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come
back to bed.
Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend we’re in a foreign country, and in love.”
The Road – Raymond Carver
instants from a ordinary morning.
into the basic space of a room.
light, shapes, skin, smells, whispers, colors, form some kind of intimacy that only a polaroid picture can capture because of its tarnished realism.
in between light and shadows, dreams and reality, obsessions and desire, privacy and modern disbelief a short story writes itself everyday.
this is one of them – not a illustration of a carver’s poem, just a reading, just a window that opens.
some kind of a short story about basic spaces, awkwardness and unfinished romanticism.
we drink coffe for breakfast and we usually take only roads we have carefully chosen to walk on, but sometimes….
….red wine for breakfast.