For Ruthi

In the midst of surreality and longing to ultimate love that will save the world in el secundo del mundo, on the sounds of perfection I travel to the places of my inferior child, clasping hands up in the sky,my head spinning around, my thoughts so much clear, so much visible, those rays coming up here on this desk, this music that makes all different for those thirteen minutes in where there exists nothing else except the love all is blurring through the diamonds in my eyes, memory of you while we were laying down there in this room, in this warm day. It is almost like I have seen these days in that one particular long visualized moment that expanded into the violet moon over the fjord turning around, spinning itself shining and shining and shining. That moment where the wind blows you up, where all look the same, where world and past and future and all is there, where you want to run into the moon, where you want to dance and wirrle on the wind, where you love all, good bad, me and her. Where you become one, you are a world, you are a god, you are the point where you get while you are almost there. Shine on you crazy diamond!!! It is like a spirit is sleeping under the sea, it is like a falling angel is dancing in the sky, falling down, crying and sinking in light of perception. Always when I listen to Pink Floyd it gives me this feeling of absolute beauty of high spirit of music and art and love and life that for a moment I am there with them and then I could just be like this with you.