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  • The empty table, the open door. The dark wood will hold a glass. I don’t know if I can.

    The King of Crooners, tenderly
    Don’t you know Dindi

    I’d be running and searching for you

    Like a river that can’t find the sea

    That would be me

    Without you Dindi

    I want to build a boat. A small boat that would get lost in the rain and the river. I’ll get washed up, find myself in the deep blue.

    Oh Dindi…

    Like the song of the wind in the trees

    That’s how my heart is singing Dindi,

    When you’re with me

    A few hours and the sunrise, an open window. An open opportunity? I can imagine how the birds will sound now, and the rain on the river. The clouds will part and God might say something. Maybe I’ll say something.

    Oh Dindi…

    If I only had words

    I would say all the beautiful things that I see

    When you’re with me

    Oh my Dindi

    Perhaps my Dindi will say something. Maybe about the sins of David or her new dress. If the river is too wide, too lost, I’ll fall asleep at the wheel.

    (Painting: Juan Gris, The Open Window, 1921)
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