hum

Up in the stands, Borg was being watched by Mariana Simionescu, who was keeping notes on her feelings during the match, in preparation for a book that was to be her wedding present to him. The previous night, at the Holiday Inn, she’d had a dream: “I am in Greece and Bjorn is far out to sea, and he comes back with a lot of fish. We cook the fish on the beach. Our little house is far above and you have to climb exactly 134 steps to get to it, and we eat there, on the sand, with wooden spoons, and Bjorn has never been a tennis player.”

I fill my
head with (truth
goodness and) beauty
if I can’t
find any, I
use the time
to empty it

Picasso said “Cuando
llegue la inspiración
que me encuentre
trabajando.” I think
when inspiration comes
let it find
me walking slowly
or, better, still

This is not
a game. You
can’t win and
you can’t lose

Breakfast, a bath
sitting, some music
a nap, an
e-mail, what else

There is no
original sin, no
bloody apple and
no evil Eve

Flowers and birds
every creature suffers
and rejoices according
to its destiny

All we can
do, as often
as we can
is our best

Our best will
give us peace

our best is
hard to find

sometimes, our best
is a good
sleep, a walk
or just sitting

our best should
always come easy

that’s how we
know it is
our very best