Saturday, August 11, 2012


Guardian Angel, are you still there? Everything's so quiet now. Look, this is not what I want to do. I'm so much better at writing-composing my UNO. Maybe all that I've been writing seems dull to you, and it surely seems dull and fading away to me, since it is all in the past! But how can I get there? Of course, I've still got my UNO, and I've got you, it's just that I can't hear you now, although I know you're there. But I think I can guess what you are saying to me - if I make an effort and learn some more music, I'll be able to sing and then we'll be able to understand each other at a higher level and on a wider basis.

Keine Erinnerung der Dinge als abwesend. Keine Vergangenheit.

Oh, was that you, Guardian Angel?

Yes, I'm here. And I have a complete register of everything that happened in the world while you were writing your text - to prove it all true.

(Finha de Fuga - Flightline - Fluchtlinie. Projecto de filme-cantata a várias vozes)

Imagem: Paul Klee, Engel noch tastend