8 February 2010. Proschai, proschai, podruga dorogaya...
A gypsy song, in the Russian style. "Farewell, farewell, my dear friend, God knows, will I see you ever again..." A sequence of farеwells, each one heartfelt--each one with lifted voice...
Hotel Europejski, Warszawa... 1968. Elegant, with old plumbing. A round enamel soap dish tucked in at angle to wall, square white tiles, shower fixture--flexible metal and white, wrapped around faucet head. White mat over white tile edge. Przedwojenny...from before the War...
A band of gypsies, two women approach, hands extended. Their narrow wrists, narrow fingers on narrow dark arms, full dresses, in the old manner, skirts with folds, and old faces as well--not in age, but in the possibility of a past...
Rings and bracelets, a disguise--narrow eyes...
Carmen Ledesma, dancing in Nimes. Por seguirías? Steve's photo, sent just yesterday--her full posture, thrust forward, ample arms, eyes on some ancient thing...
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