habits

i returned to my room and he was lying on my bed with the floral comforter draped over his body. the film camera that i purchased in berlin 4 years prior was sitting on my dresser. I thought about berlin, I thought about alex, i thought about alex in berlin, i thought about both Alex and me, in berlin.
''are you going to take a picture of me?'' he asked in his thick accent as he positioned his body towards the camera and lowered the comforter to show his chest.
''i photograph all my guests" i explained as i focused in on the shot ''so i have them with me even after they've gone''.

francesco

''what would you like for breakfast? I would love to make you something'' he said from the kitchen, as the smell of coffee spread through the apartment.

''I'm just not that hungry right now'' I responded while gathering my things from the washroom, ''I think I'll go home''.

I sat on the train and watched the people in my same car; an English family on a vacation, a young couple holding hands, one on two off, three on, four off. Everyone either coming or going somewhere, while I just sat, and watched, all the way to Brooklyn.

Seems like everyone is moving forward, going somewhere, taking chances, living their lives, while I'm still sitting in the same spot, watching them go by.

berne

''Everyone likes attention, it's just a fact'' Dor said to me in his calm, tranquil voice. As we drove down 16th street approaching my apartment, I recalled the previous evening and the tension that had built up that week. I closed my eyes and pictured myself sitting on his bed watching him pack his bag, he was leaving the next morning. For a couple of moments I let my mind wander to what could have happened that evening, had I stayed. The cab stopped at my door and I carried my bags upstairs and went straight to my room.

I laid in my bed, read the message once more.

guidance

Because of the operation, Miles could only whisper and when you listen to his trumpet playing, especially with a harmon mute, that's what he sounded like, it sounded like his voice. Thelonious Monk walked and moved like his music. there is no separation between you and your music. You are, you are the bass, you are the piano. the piano is you. There is no separation between you. your personality comes through your instrument, regardless. So what we have to develop is not our ability to play the instrument, we have to develop our personalities, musical and otherwise. 

Max (roach) said be conscious that energy is not enough. I heard a recording coming in today, and the saxophone player I didnt like at all - sounded like his reed was too tight for him, he couldn't control it. He was going on raw energy, which was not particularly appropriate for the tune, but he didnt have control of the instrument. And there was somebody else, on a recording right after that who was having the same problem with control of the instrument. YOU CONTROL THE INSTRUMENT! The instrument cant control you! if the instrument is controlling you then... you haven't done enough work, essentially. The idea is that you're presenting yourself to the world, you're offering to the world your talent. So the only reason to practice is not to get better on your instrument, that's the theory that some people have, my idea is that you remove the instrument as an obstacle between you and music. I want to hear you communicate, communicate an idea, communicate something to the rest of the world, because that's what you're about, that's what you are. - Cecil Bridgewater

la magie

I rolled over and saw that he was fast asleep. Two don't fit so comfortably in my bed. To make matters worse for him, through the course of the night I had somehow managed to claim all the bed covers, leaving him without. In a fit of generosity I pulled them over his body and brought my head to his shoulder. It was simple, and peaceful.
Unfortunate that he has a girlfriend.

yoga

My thighs shook as the instructor encouraged us, yelling ''three more breaths, you can do it!!'' My arms high in the air, shoulders at my ears as I squatted wishing for the painful moment to end.  ''I surrender'' I said under my breath as I exhaled and moved into downward facing dog.