My love affair with cinema

When I was five, I first met her

In a thicket of minds

waiting patiently to see her

Projected on a sheet that smelled like sunshine

 

She connected us like the windows of a greenhouse

Feeding our heads with her rich gaze as she appeared

Like dark chocolate

Like the sound of my mother’s voice

 

I could feel my first inebriation

drunk off the light that was dancing in my eyes

perception flooding

a child understanding the concept of alive

 

this rectangle drenched in color

behind the cellar door of my consciousness

constant

like the recurrence of a wave

gave me definition

 

I had fallen in love

 

it was called a film

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