Summertime Variations

De curând, am primit în dar două zile pe malul mării. Nu știu când au zburat. Aproape că am existat acolo în afara timpului. De nu ar fi fost culoarea mult mai închisă a pielii și părul puternic ondulat m-aș fi întrebat dacă a fost aievea. Am vrut să absorb fiecare rază de soare, fiecare adiere de vânt, fiecare mângâiere a apei, fiecare pas pe nisipul aproape negru. Am abandonat aparatul foto în bagajul în care l-am adus. Cu greu mi-am întrerupt visarea pentru a face câteva fotografii cu telefonul. Abia acum reușesc să împărtășesc un crâmpei din experiența acestei călătorii. Și un fragement din creația unui muzician pe care l-am descoperit de curând și care m-a sedus de la prima audiție: Fazil Say. Obișnuit să improvizeze foarte mult, pianistul turc a devenit mai mult sau mai puțin din ‘joacă’ un compozitor fascinant.

Călătoria aceasta pe malul Mediteranei a fost scurtă, intensă, percepută dincolo de realitate și ieșind din tiparele obișnuitelor gânduri. Se poate, da, să mai visez. Și Doamne, cât îmi place!

Fazil Say: „SUMMERTIME VARIATIONS”:

Lisbon Lazy Afternoon Walk

I remember stories about simple things. Like lazy afternoon walks. Hand in hand. Strawberry ice-cream for me. Chocolate for you. Free hugs from smiling strangers. Smiles on everyone’s faces. Fresh drops of water brought by the wind on our skin in the summer heat. From that beautiful fountain. I shiver. I look at the pigeons and as I turn my head, you kiss me on the corner of my mouth. Now my lips taste like chocolate and strawberries moved on to yours. We walk side by side to take a ride. In that elevator lifting us high in the sky. To watch the colors of the sunset. I love the way they look on you. And my head on your shoulder. The buildings. The birds. The sea.  Portuguese girls laughing. Your arms around me. And that gentle salty wind that brings peace to my heart.

Photo Memories: Phi Phi’s Magic

I found some photos from Thailand in hubby’s phone. Just one look at them, and they instantly carried me back there, on that beach, in Ko Phi Phi. Probably one of the most beautiful places in the world, certainly one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It’s cold outside, but I can smell the scent of the sea. I close my eyes.

I feel the sand against the soles of my feet, as well as all over my body, for I love lying down in the sand. The sun is burning badly. I open a bottle of cold water and drink it all. I get up and look for a little shade under the palm trees. I find a delicate white Plumeria flower and put it in my hair. I walk a while, looking for shells and stones. I step on one. It almost cuts my skin, but even though it hurts, I check and see my foot is fine. I go for a swim. In that instant, it seems that there is nothing else except that very moment, that place, nature and I alone, in perfect harmony and peace.

Here, more than anywhere else, Thailand has worked its magic on me. Miles away from ‘civilisation’, on this paradise island, where even luxury resorts have a normal pulse and a simple life and are very scarce, Ko Phi Phi has a tremendous energy that goes beyond words. It cut right through me, cracking me open to the core. Nothing fake, no defences, no pretending, no social engagements. Just me. It was… interesting to meet myself like that.