lisbon or what i learnt in IFTR

it's 02.31. am writing in a hotel. in lisbon. i have much to say. yet i have not much time. so i shall be brief. in lisbon in the past week,we talked a lot about silences; how can you talk about silences without being silent? how are voices filling silence and do they?
we have been walking a lot in a landscape of many surprises and variations
we have been drinking and philosophising a lot.
the topic of the conference was censorship; apart from the general rules and conventions of social life i dont think that we censored ourselves much.
people took many photographs. i took none but one: the writing on a wall in the metro station of citada universitaria: 'i am not a citizen of Greece; i am a citizen of the world only'. Socrates' words and the lovely company and the decision to write subverting the banal methodologies and the passion of some people and the potentiality of a nice winter in london and the beautiful air and sun and space of Lisbon and the view of the bridge this morning is what i will keep silent; not because I am censoring them, but because i hold them dear.
and perhaps what i have learnt in Lisbon in the past week, is that sometimes silencing things does not mean only censorship or self-censorship and not daring; it might be the strength and courage to hold them dear like that; silent and unadmitted;but be content.

and now it's time to go back home. for a very short time. but home or the closest i have to it.

re/dis-placing

what's the good in strength
when no miracles allowed?

swiftly moving on--everything will be just fine..absolutely.