love

R looked at me and send a glass of wine to my table. It was Brunello di Montalcino 1993. My favorite. He bowed lightly when I raised the glass.
We talked. He never said anything outrageous. He was composed. he waited for me to finish what I had to say and then he said: "You realize we were supposed to meet?". I laughed.
He was not fascinating. In fact, I have this theory, according to which every magician, when he reveals his secrets, he stops being entertaining. He was just truthfull. he talked about psychosis and C. G. Jung. I like Jung. He told me that secrets weigh us down and there is such a thing as the Unbearable Lightness of Being, as described by Milan Kundera.
Love is not a promise, love is just a partnership.

Revolution Love

Nico is Palestinian. Immigrated with family to Peru when he was very young. Peru had a dictatorship followed by a terroristic movement that involved Anti American issues and latin American Resistance practices. His Palestinian origins didn't give him a place on either side of the Revolution in Peru.
Nico came to America. he's into art. He makes movies about revolution, death, fear and lies. We talked over coffee about how ugly the world is. We took the conversation at home. We talked for twelve hours. When our brains were satisfied we made love rapidly, furiously, shamlessley. He whispered: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! and the revolution was done, and a new order of things came into being, and the world as we know it began.
In the two weeks to follow we wrote a short film full of political puns.