what's in the mind

A fine orchestrated string-quartet opens the scene. It all starts with a black screen. Then there are these roof-tops – no matter whether these are nineteenth-century roof-tops or Italian far more older ones – there are those two lovers standing close to each other, their arms whirled around their bodies. Regardless of the setting which surrounded them – be it the Münsterplatz in Freiburg/Baden or the charming centre of the Petite France in Strasbourg, the Place Vendôme or the banks of the Thames. This picture is not as one of these paintings of great artistic trends such as Impressionism or other such picturesque descriptions of landscapes, here the focus is merely set on those two faces, not caring about the surroundings.

Two lovers loving each other. This magic of love could happen anywhere, anytime, but what eventually appears to be most enthralling is that only the least of it is perceptive to the human eye. How complete would the world be if earthly citizens were able to see all of their thoughts, how marvelous yet risky it would be… One lip set on another and two consciences united, both of them feel and think as one. At least, so it seems. She builds castles in the air and dreams about their life somewhere along the French Riviera or the Mexican Gulf. Geographical details prove to be material exaggerations. She could already see their villa down at the coast, she might guess their common features as these appear on the faces of their yet unborn children. Yes, from the taste his tongue gives her throat she could sense the feelings he would transmit to her, one evening or night, in a great city or small village, in bed. She knows that this feeling is rare but also knows about the preciosity of it, that its scarceness is therefore all the more praised. I would give everything to him because I know him to the bones. It is love that I feel for him but there is still something more than love, something that lets me think for him, think about him all the time, as if he were me…

As she looked up at him she could see this bare and dull face she esteemed so heartily. What was going on in his mind? He just kissed her as he would have any teenager girl at High-School. Did she mean as much to him as he did to her? No one could tell, he just gave her a fast hug on the cheek and left her alone, again. 

© 2017 Matt Oehler