“Last days on the island. I need silence, solitude and pavements. That is
for sure I need my pavements back so I can run away and follow the city lights
without any special purpose. That´s it I need: to lose myself in all I already
know. The seashore is beautiful but it´s not calling me anymore. The summer
days don´t reflect their heat on the stones no longer.
So I find myself wondering if I have thought enough during all
this time I have spent under the sun and in the water. Have I discovered enough
about myself this time ¿? The answer is clearly yes. Things like I would go
back just to feel loved like that once again. Things like I pretend too many
things towards me. Things like I seriously believe in something bigger. Things
like I need to eat butter and honey
toasts more often during breakfast. And I still need to drink much more water.
Happiness, freedom, love…are all so internal ,
so what´s left of the external ? I have to work on the insides from my outsides
¿? “
Her
thoughts could be a mirror, she also thought that.
Her big, voluptuous
lips painted in red and her brown eyes were fixed in the local news paper she
hold with her simple beautiful White hands that held the news paper with such
grace that it didn´t feel like a news paper, at least that is what the girl
sitting a space away from her felt, she was hypnotized by the perceptions she evoked
in her skin. It seemed like she didn´t notice someone was looking at her but
the girl didn´t care if she discovered her staring into her figure.
The girl
who didn´t know a thing about art she saw her as the perfect drawing, as her
traits where just made to be reflected into paper and later on into stone and
create an immortal statue of the beauty this woman was holding, representing
and personifying. The girl wanted to be a sculptor, a painter , an artist
to retain forever what she was looking
at.
“She keeps on looking. Maybe she has found out the words and images
floating just behind my forehead because they are the same that flow on her mind.
I could reach her with my eyes and ask her. If it so, who would be the mirror
then would I be the reflection of her or would it be the other way around.
Would she be my mirror, the recipient where I pour my thoughts, feelings, memories
and beliefs…If I look up and stare into her eyes I would know”
The girl
wondered and imagined how those lips would move in a conversation, how would
they speak that woman´s words. Which
words would she say ? She felt the need, she needed to know her soul, her
secret, how could so much beauty be held in her ? Had it always been there ?
Had she nourish it ? Had she created and built herself so much ?
The girl
kept on looking, with more subtlety and precaution till she had to leave and
the minute she stood up and look one last time to the elegant soul living in
that perfect figure, the woman raised her eyes with millions of questions
reflecting on them and the girl hold her breathe and exhaled all her longing
while she maintained the eye contact which felt like a touch.
The million
questions and the longing where shared and given but the mirror mystery
remained. Where this two people the same, would both believe they were the
same, would the longing answer the million questions? Would the questions calm
the girl´s thirst? Would it be enough ? Where they reflections of each other ? Did the
right hand of one them become the left hand of the other one on the other side
of the mirror ?
The girl
felt it there. The Woman savoured it too. Both knew nothing about each other,
the mystery was still pounding but that eye touch was enough.
