Where do you start?
Where do you start...
Where do you start
How do you separate
The presence from the past
How do you deal
With all the things
You thought would last
That did not last...
Do you allow yourself
A little time to cry
Or do you close your eyes
And kiss it all goodbye
I guess you try...(i)
Where do you start... yes, where do you start to separate the presence from the past, how do you deal with all those things you thought would last...
the pain
an always-recurring injury
the sadness.
There a two ways to read Shirley Horn's song (ii). For a long time I thought that she sung about an important love story she had experienced and that had ended. Actually there is no clear allusion to that. This is why I had this idea that it could just as well be pain she sings about, a continuous pain, pain persisting for so long that one gets accustomed to it, accepting it as eternal. And all of a sudden: it is over.
Pablo Picasso once said, "It took all my life to again be able to paint like a child." And myself? Perhaps I will need my entire life to learn again how to love - and feel loved - as a child.