Title: [X] Glowing willows �a tale of Clownie
Glowing willows �a tale of Clownie
The center of the night �that point where darkness and dream are of an equal measure.
Clownie, the prince elder brother, appeared in the shadow.
He weared a pair of Levi�s 501, a white crude cotton shirt with subtle red snakes, he was barefoot.
He started walking in a kind of relaxed Wehrmacht pace on the Persian carpet. On that very pace he walked on the wall, and then on the ceiling, his long hair hanging as a objet d� art lamp.
�What the hell are you doing, Clownie?� �asked the prince, amused, and turned the lights on.
�Walking on your ceiling, birdo� �answered Clownie. He maked a sort of body Imelmann and landed slowly, smiling.
Then he asked: �Do you have a cigarette among your catalogue of banalities?� .
�Sure� �answered the prince. He grabbed a Marlboro 100�s pack, which seemed a crashed Marlboro trailer.
They sat in the bed, smoking and watching how curling girls and geckos vanished in the yellow light.
Clownie stared at his brother�s eyes.
The prince saw red hanging bridges over black gulfs; bitter salty grass plains where pale mares are found; impossible alphabets and a dove-dwelled belfry. All of his brother�s travels he saw and he felt that naked wild bliss of a child armed with a pellet rifle.
The prince awaked amidst a wood of glowing willows -- The willows in the furthermost corner of the winter palace gardens. Dawn was licking his face with icy love.
�Bastard� �he said, smiling with a happiness powerful as ten thousand waves.
He walked back home, barefoot on the grass paths, the chilling dew playing a tiny stinging music on his skin.
