to want a love equals living in such Ali(n)e's Wonderland — material for a sketch into a screenplay made of Ali(c)es
First Rubric (for the Screenplay Segment)– Aline was beginning to get exhausted of having nothing do think but wondering how someone like her — gorgeous in her singular redheadness, sensitive, talented in teaching foreign words for non-foreigner strangers, mother of a handsome little boy, and so many other qualities she could recall from her imaginary memory, or from those personas of her own fictional realm; how could someone like Aline — she was then wondering about — feel so wholly absent from love, from a person she had been dreaming with all over the years and the one-and-only who could show her the beauty of life, the slow motion of all those trees in her Wonderland field, its yellow sky, its fresh air, its blurred boundaries between chocolate lakes and lettuce rivers — how?
Second Rubric– There was something very remarkable in that. And Aline was so triumphantly ready to get into it, to puzzle out — across that imaginary field in essence — how to have a love in her current gloomy, transitory existence.
Third Rubric– It was a drizzly morning encased in some rain made of music, with birds singing up the melody of a good fortune and a little rabbit taking a watch out under the eastern hedge, when Aline noticed that someone like a harlequin just jumped out the page of that book she was reading, while wondering about her solitude…
Don’t despair, sweet lady!
Love is just like a mess
It comes out and about
Like trembling words in your mouth
And when you see it’s absent from your path!
Oh! Sweet Alice!
You come from a so wonder land
Made of dreams, fancy and fairy rites
How could you just puzzle over
The edge of my inward fights?
You are right, dear Aline!
I come from so further lands
With embodied creatures, not real human friends
But I know about this love, I know about this mask
I know about it all
So much you can’t imagine!
Love you can feel when smile or dance
When you see your child jigging or shaking hands
Love is also within everything special you share
With anyone else who enchant your own path
How can you say then so geek nonsense
When you, dear Aline, are a pocket of love, yourself?
If you want a love, I advise you since then
There’s no secret, no hint, no handicap, no pain
No exclusive route, no evanescent sand
But myriad of doors and windows
Waiting to be unfolded and claimed!
Oh! Sweet Alice, you’re enlightened, but feel so mad!
Don’t you see that I can love but no one wants my bed?
People are so distant, they’re so intricate
So unwilling to reach me, to love me there
In my unreasonable deep-down puzzles and quests
In my failures, in my kindness
In my wishes, in my disrepair
Either in that long-standing peak
That made me here so insane
There’s no one able to listen
Not even a person with who I can share my lands!
I want a love making me stronger
Making me here and there wholly happy
A dancer, a magician
A clown making me laugh
A stranger, a teacher
A trapper or any “von Pair”
I want a love set in red
Set in green, set in blue
Somewhat willing to love me
In this or that mood!
So I tell you by advance, sweet
You should prepare yourself
You want a perfect love, a fire — limpid
A person, a sublime, and someone who cares
But not even this enlightened, kind person
Won’t be exempt from someday making you tear
Get ready to look around, to look ahead
Pick up that love just crossing your way
Invite it to dance, and laugh, and clap
But don’t be sad if it someday wants you to disclaim
This person is like you, waiting
To live, to love and to share
To be encapsulated, to suffer, to be bleeding
Your love feels always a beautiful pair
Someone I see in your future
From your present or from your past
A person you know a lot, you know a little
Your love is on your own head!
I know, sweet Alice, that I have to cross this meadow
From day to night, from sunset to dawn
If I want to find my light, my bright shadow
Otherwise I’ll see only the same of that I’d drawn
I need first to open my window
And believe there’s someone not frightened to love