Up to the north I was.
Another formal greeting, the usual
protocol I so quickly got tired of.
Upon crossing the gate, I glimpsed
that tall figure among all those short-sized people, smiling so tenderly at me.
A second touch. I felt the joy take
me over.
Summer was clearly living up to its
standards up there.
The warmer sands of the just-known
land were soon stepped on as the sunrays licked my pale skin on quite an
ineffective endeavour to add some colour in it. How silly.
Looking forward to restoring the
best of my inner energies, I dove in the also warmer waters.
Regardless having done this before, being these different sands and different waters, none of this was self-repetition.
As the morning rose up, a handful of
fairly good friends embarked on a road trip across the states, questing after
the sun, the nature, the simpler life of a bucolic surrounding.
The upper corner of the country was
reached, unveiling a city that summarized the beauties of the whole region.
Boards had been crossed. Different
people, different stories, funny accents.
The local folklore merged with the
vivid-green sea and the palm trees.
Raw styled we were, contemplating
the sky made of teenage dreams.
We were the people that ruled the
world… Or has that been my dream only?
We were, once again, living the best
of our youth.
And the absent figure, who in a long
lost past made promises, was never even missed.
I am glad this is over.
Still, there was that itching pain
inside me, for the doubts from the very recent past were still far from being
answered.
Locked up in my shelter, quietly
longing for attention and care, I was repeating the very worst of myself.
All dressed up in white, we welcomed
the newer vibes as the fireworks illuminated the night sky.
I prayed for the best to come and
for the seas to wash me over.
I was hands on hands with my
friends, to enlighten my spirit.
Close your eyes and make a wish.
I smiled. Pain seemed distant.
I smiled. Pain seemed distant.
Back to the more cosmopolitan life,
which I happen to enjoy the best, closer encounters and contact with those
deserving the best were made.
To my sincere delight.
We were in such a state of mind that
we did not even notice as the chaos fell over the city. Gunshots and screams.
Stores closed for precaution. A mother yelling for help. Running and despair.
Still, nothing affected us in the
slightest as we strolled around.
Perhaps, I think, the metropolis
environment smoothes away my worries.
Perhaps, I think, the tall buildings
make me feel embraced and protected.
Perhaps, I think, the rushed life
suits me well.
And together we were strong.
Being a water-drinking bohemian, the
nightlife felt a little less alluring than before, which was hardly a factor to
keep me away from it.
And then, while trapped in a little
glimmering box, I met a clown, a dancer, a lover.
That was the extra salsa to my trip.
On the proper stage we performed.
The dancers became the dance.
Spanish words written on a blurry
bathroom door.
And no more details are needed.
The performance is over. The
curtains are down – at least from my part alright.
And thus came the time for my
departure.
Leaving behind the warmer sands of
San Diego, my last act was giving the warmest possible embrace to my dear
friend.
As the plane took off, I saw the
city lights fade in the distance.
And after a rather long trip, I
reached my home soil, with its unbearably hot summer.
My year was finally set to start.
Not going to repeat myself. Not
again.
Cheers!
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