iuliana varodi                            

       ma  . ..    .   .    . .    見憶え  .  .  .   .  . .   . .   about . . time 

                                                                 in praise of slow Reading

                                                                         Tired of thinking
                     River got down to its benches and returned to indulging
the awareness of feeling: the fish, the stones, the humans, the birds, the wind,
                                                             a brother river joining in.

                 The moon was rising bright and warm like a banana pancake
soaked in thick honey.
      River fell asleep smiling at her fantasy
and her waters kept rolling
                                   not caring much whether time and space are continuously dying and... 
                                                           River was asleep or awake.

                                                                         idiosyncratically here