Bookmarks

With a book you can escape in the same moment, without running anywhere, as with music. Wherever you are. The tab waiting between the light pages is like a wood-scented ticket to a hidden place, a slower time. You follow it with your fingers and it seems that you are no longer reading here, but somewhere under a tree growing on a high mountain, above the gliding valleys, or maybe in the very bottom, in the grass of the garden, next to the sage. Where is it safe? Wherever you want.