SMS-poesi

Den italienske professorn G var en mästare på många sätt. Vi befann oss långt ifrån varandra rent geografiskt, men hade en intensiv kontakt, bl a genom SMS. De där små meddelandena blev som mjuka lindor på längtan-såren.


Timely received your nice written thoughts delivered by a tall Swedish postman.
It feels so good and please no need to worry about: it will be what it will be. Baci !!



Enjoy, as I enjoy thinking of you while sitting in my otherwise uninspiring office.

Good morning. Slept well ?
All grey...the perfect background to draw kisses !


Does it make sense to you if I tell you that I was drinking wine with two 30 years old women
former students (not of mine) with big eyes for me still thinking of you. You !

A shiny sun just emerged from the rooftops and barely so,
to remind us that these short moments of brightness
are to be fully enjoyed. Mille baci!


Its all grey again. Coloured kisses !


It's springtime all of a sudden, thats how it feels like,
and we are two springrolls wellfried !

And if there is rains
here a thin layer of snow
covers everything
but instantly melts on my warm skin.
Caldi baci !

So how is my tasty springroll ?

Buongiorno ! Are my thousandthreehundredfortyfive
kisses still lasting or you need more ?
Just in case I am sending you an equal amount!

Cherry-kisses ! I love cherries, the light and crunchy type!

Hi early morning passion-flower ! Good thing I like
sweet breakfasts....

And you bring so much joy, love and passion
this place will never look the same again even after I'll
remove the traces...

SSP = Secret and Silent Passion !

EOC = Explosive Of Course!

I had your leftover  piece of meat for dinner and it brought
me the taste of our wonderful dinners, but the best part
was missing...!

How can this insignificant, uncoordinated chap
from distant lands evoke so many beautiful thoughts
to this experienced, artistic, caring woman ?!

Morning warmth is what I need
and what I want to give you !
Baci ovunque !

Morning kisses for the queen of the night !

Wet kisses from the pool
and hot ones from the sauna !

Goodmorning kisses and hugs to the travelling lover.
I woke up in a desert. Miss you a lot !

...you bring a tornado and then you leave like that...
milioni di baci !

Kisses from Rome !
Who is Rome ?

Volcanic hottest kisses from the top of Vesuvius !

En maj-eftermiddag sågs vi för sista gången. Tårarnas strida strömmar. Vi snöt oss gång på gång. Skrattade lite. Och grät igen. Tiden var inte med oss. Det hade blivit omöjligt. Han sa: "Spela för mig, snälla, spela för mig. En sista gång". Och jag satte mig ner vid pianot. Händerna skakade och tårarna droppade rakt ner på tangenterna.  Jag spelade. För den oerhört begåvade musikprofessorn. Som hade ett gehör utav guds nåde. Ett stycke av Mozart . Vartannat nedslag blev fel, men det gjorde ingenting. Han lyssnade som alltid så uppmärksamt och hörde annat än tonerna.
Sen skildes vi.


Rodrigo y Gabriela. Kärleksmusik !