I watched Wings of Desire last night in a dark empty theatre, it was 10:00 pm.
Life is made intense in small details. I cried so much last night, and laughed. I feel like I alternate between being an angel and being human, Living behind a glass wall, waiting to be on the other side and experience life, fall like the angels in the film.
The angels in the library can stay after it closed, that deepest desire to be left behind.
I felt like I want to tell you so much, but no longer have access to you.
And when the angel fell on earth, the first thing it asked for is colours, is this really red? is this yellow? but the angel ultimately wanted to feel pain. And I have that, thank you.
Your secret pen friend, nothing more, nothing less.
I love the scenes with Columbo