my just waking up because of the splashing water brings me to the nights spent in the water some meters beneath the surface water, looking peacefully at the colorful flying creatures beneath the surface water, not being able to be penetrated by the surface light directing the water and its beneath. the strong step we made and the tears we had brings me to the water played those nights and to the mix feeling we shared: joy and only joy. your saying no to the water injects the water in my fingers to compose all the connections of the two different world: forgetting and remembering, and erasing and rewinding.

Like forgetting all the nights and all the sweat helping satisfy each other, like forgetting the erasing and rewinding that we played, the 'what about' was finally there, clearly spoken with playing-with-water imagination, forgetting all the steps in the shallow water that we never made, unfortunately. never yes, always no, but we walked to the 'no' for some time, until this moment.

no; one should say no to the 'what about no? and to the 'what about no more?'. because 'no' really works at this moment, with its power of curing eventhough it is more to hurt than to cure, and it is more temoparary than more long lasting.

you should thank me for the no, believe me.
no bangkok, no!, 18 april 2006, 04:11 pm. i am living a fake!