Longest Night of the Year
I. Of Lenny, with awe and regret. Lenny. ... But your joyfull, ever smiling face didn't match your smart Ivy League-ish outfit. A button-down, a knitted sweater over it. A goatee and glasses. You dreamed of going to Berkeley. But why? Didn't you want to become a writer? Un écrivain? Didn't you know every line of "Au Dieu, Gary Cooper" by heart? You danced and laughed and gossiped along, but you didn't fool me. You were already far gone in the depths of saudade. Saudade. (N.) Féminin Sentiment de solitude, de regret, après la perte de ce qui réjouissait le cœur : patrie, maison, amis ou amant. Mais pour quoi? II. Of Claudio, with awe and wonder. Claudio, Magic sparkled in the dark cloudy sky outside the window. Your figure was blocking the window. You stood there. I sat, curled up on the couch. Everyone else was mesmerized. I wasnted to scream. To move. To dance. To play. To bend. To unfold. To refold. To crush. To cry. To sleep. To w...