Meet me in Il Mare, not in the past
and future, nor by the sea through
a portal in the form of a mailbox.
I like to think you are doing something
of the same too, when I learn to cook
pasta, get on a ride in some theme park,
and ponder my anemoia on the way home.
Maybe it is beyond consciousness
that we share an intimacy,
through loneliness and warmth.
Quite an enjoyable metaphysical ride reminiscent of Howl's Moving Castle that calls for having your logical mind take the backseat.
I sure do want to play hide and seek through the corridor of time!
To put it bluntly, sad man gets lost in dessert, gets found by brother and taken home, rekindles relationship with smart son, finds hot sad girl who is the mother and his ex in an aesthetic booth and goes away again.
honestly its hard to get sold into the story when they fell in love when the girl was 17? seems rapey.
somehow you get a poignant picture of reconciliation not bound by the confines of reunion, that runs deeper than the sum of its parts.
also, Texas painted in lush green and red is just sublime.
