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Celebrate good times, come on!

Whiterooms

The saving lamp was shining brightly. Nobody was able to sleep. Mikey did a last controll for the supplies so they could live another day. On his way to the cellar. Using his hands, or even better, his fingertips. He dressed up. A JSF blocked his hearing. Minny! I hope yo see you soon.

In this after morning she was clear awake, knowing it all. The first day of her life.

Summer of peace

At first sight she pinned a youngster, tall, lean, dark hair, the second Assad. Not far away stood his mother. Voices of Mrs and Mr von Haydn, they welcomed her, introduced her, saying as a child she has been sitting on their laps. Now residents of the Netherlands. It could be possible, she had her roots in the sandy earth of the city were people spoke Dutch, English and Arabic all the time. In their circle the Aunt. Aunt! Wasn't she supposed to be dead?  Aunty looked old and piercy. Dear, she said, Are you overlooking me? Give me a kiss, the way I like it. How come she completely had forgotten about this member of her family. Her name, what is her name! Quick, memory, fantasy, was it a royal queenlike name? Aunt, mmmmp. How good to see you. What a surprise! You have become quite a girl, a young woman I must say, the blue eyed reptile tongued. Thank you. A better compliment was not to be expected. Where was Target? She gave a glance, she blinked repeatedly. Trying to get rid of the dust. Balcony. She read on the inside of her left eyelid. If you excuse me. I have to go to the toilet. My lips, you understand.

Summer of peace

Are you invited in their house?
1971 The Party Of The World, location Arabia. Maxim is cooking...
Yeah, sure. Every hour I check my smartphone, accompanied by my friends. No sweaters. I do have to watch out for my mother. She is as alert as a freak. If she knew I went to parties like this, she would not sleep at all. No matter what, she is dreaming all day, because of some uniform dude.
Hello, do you read?
No, I see. So long.
Her new sneakers silenced her over the grass. Irritated by the fact all liquor bottles were intact. And she had to leave them behind. No comment.

Outside the sun was as powerful as ever. Never like this before. Is she writing history now? What a joy. Smell the air o night. The iron Lady opened up, she felt a warmth somewhere near her breasts. What was that? How? Emails in September. Last year. You caught me. I was falling free.
The night is not for reading. All day it is light enough to figure out all printed words. Time is on her side. Everyday Julia, her personal visionary has already typed twelve chapters for her life a day. Easy reading, because most of the time she already knew. What's new, Jules? Never read the words on one of the architraves? Temple of Apollo? Ancient Greece? Never been there? Hell, you have a way to go! Even John still writes about you, how hard it is. It? The texts you wrote, 18 chapters, okay you win, but couldn't you have taken some more effort to write readable? Or was yoyr mind occupied with something, someone Else? Elsy?

The Festchamber was packed. All squares, ballshaped Meats and Triangulars, according to the dresscode 1961. Where to start? Whom did she recognize? O, wait! They recognized her! Indulge.

Summer of peace

She felt another paved road on the thin skin under her feet. The Frisian streetview. Turn left and close the eyes. Hear the rumblings of little streams. It was getting worse, like Jeffrey used to say. Sharp and dark were the linings of triagular rooftops. Mrs. the Best, youngman the Dragon, wintertime, something biochemical, Red Cross helpers, she was almost there. A dark whole the air slowly became. Was she standing upside down? Nothing could amuse her more. Dissolve into what has to become clouds, still.
It is time for a new space, a broken voice itched her right ear. A lightly pink coloured novel shoveled towards her using the horizontal surface of a terraced table. I give you three more tears. Afraid to fall in love, to love her tender. A farsighted view in time showed the inevitable death. My lying down, passing away, hiding in magistral grey. Was this his voice? The sound said so. Joris liked a Joke or two. She was forty seven, not afraid to die.
Keep on looking, in front of you, in other human eyes. For quite a while. Try to see, look and think. In no time. Do you know where the guns are trafficked to in Europe? Drivers of Volswagens know much more than you are aware of. Last year the sell figures went up. Tophumen changed places. Love you.
Yeah, shout it out loud! Don't care, they are all deaf anyway. Together they layed down on the grass. She touched for her implant. How did you get that? My surgeon sent it to me. No way? Really?

Sure. She was so desperate to help me. Share the good vibes with me. Now she is monitoring me. Probably I will end up in her rooms. For poets want to disappear again and again and again. She understand.

Summer of peace

It is nondedieux light, nothing has been brighter. Leap after leap, without even looking, Yours crossed the open field, far away from the motorway. Her hands up, catching drops of mist. 'No moon nor lightly clouds', she shouted. 'There is no need of a familynamed farmhouse here.' Her eyes shuttered, she saw the most beautiful appearances. No need for a previous time, she talked to other One. Don't care. This is the way to go, Girl.

She was Right. Nothing really happened. She didn't have to speed up, she didn't have to hurt herself, nor to be angry with the Wrong authority. Yes! It is so good to see it all. Carefully her hand touched a button. Dry! None of her breasts was spoiling. What a joy. Dancing circles happily. Humanhate, it is so good to see it all. Far away from the unsafe, knowing Oneself is knowing all the Stones. It is so easy to stay outside.

Keep on going, burning the dark a little lighter. Wrong, what was he doing here? One from the house of Trees. They always helped themselves, standing in front of all the other Ones. So the Others could not see. See what, exactly? The nondedieux light, fainting candlelight? Once Yours encountered a One, there were always more. They, the Ones, the group, a Tree team,Wrong Authorities. How hard was it going to be this time? Water was curling up. Somebody overthere? For sure. It was the hour of Zero. Nobody was meant to be inside at Zero.

People and especially the male by Tala Madani

Tala Madani
Now Artist, LA, USA. History in Teheran, Middle East. In between Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

Medium: painting oa.
Topics: Male bonding, oa.

Tala Madani, a rising Iranian American star
Good news after the British Amerucan supernova called David Bowie, New York

Again, on planet Earth, The West Is The Best.
Thank you, Jim Morrison, thank you Robert Shore, thank you Adam Laylock, than you editing team of ELEPHANT, issue 18, spring 2014.

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