Archive for September, 2015

A HAND IN THE FOG

XXI

She didn’t remember how many times in that fifteen days she said thank you and the name of the dark blue sea!

Countless. Several times. Sometimes thank you Universe, many times thank you to him. And the name of the dark blue sea each every corner when she could see the sea circulating the little and beautiful cities.

The ruins, the temples, the food, the wine, the history, the churches, the ice creams, the forum… by all and for all she said thank you. And in the moments that he touched her so soft – she said thank you for the Life.

He smiled after every thank you and after the name of the dark blue sea.

It was delicious to watch his joyful smiles. After all that happened – his smile it was the best gift to her – a wonderful pleasure. She enjoyed his smiles like it was the first smile in the beginning of the Life.

All the evenings – after the delicious dinner with delicious wine – they walked back to the hotel. And they sat in some square close to the sea – and smocked cigars. And they talked about themselves or their memories.  The night covered the colors but the city ​​lights drew the salty aroma rising by walled that circumvented the squares. At each new city – more surprises and joyness. Only the sound of her voice repeating the several thank you and the name of the dark blue sea was the same.

They smiled and laughed from everything. They enjoyed the casual and the programmed.

But it was unbelievable the last night in one of the cities.

After the fantastic restaurant and the delicious food and the perfect wine they went to the square to smoke the cigar.  After all and full of a warmish sensation they come back hugged at the hotel. Inside the beautiful room – she decided to charge the cell phone battery.

In seconds a slight explosion left them in the dark. A short circuit put out the room. She screamed and laughed. And laughed.

It was a wonderful hotel – all starry and they were in a gorgeous room and in front of such dark blue sea. And she almost exploded all the stars. He was so pragmatical and within few moments they were in another room that the manager organized to help them.

But it was not enough for that night.

When she was on the corridor between the bed and the toilet of the new room with many lights on – she screamed again. A scream that all the opera composers would have loved – deified.

At this time it was not because an electrical short circuit. At this time she screamed without a laugh.

He knew her style and understood that something really tragic was happening.

He jumped off the bed so fast. Beside her he understood immediately – worst than a big circuit.

Calmly a cockroach without absolutely care screams or any kind of circuits – walked. Just walked.

It was a dance much faster than a tango could be – and of course much more efficient. Legs went to the right place. She jumped on the bed and he jumped on the cockroach.

And with this isolated pas-de-deux – it was killed the calm cockroach instantly – that died probably without any time to understand the line between a ride and a death. A Shakespearian cockroach – at the end all is silence.

And never a tango was so well appreciated.

He was as always – if you want we can get out now from here to another hotel. But she said no – the killer made a good job and all was finished.

And they smiled together – laughed. After an almost fire – a murder in the middle of the night. It was perfect for the style of the island.

And the rest of the night was celebrated with the dance of the legs and different of the volcano – they were mute but not in silence.

In the next morning very early they went to another city of the Island.

What a wonderful place. She was sure that it was the most beautiful place all over the Planet.

That was a really unforgettable trip.

When they went back to La Grande Nave Veloce – she began realized a new list of difference. Yes. Veloce.

If in the beginning it was a philosophy – now it was a hard and iced word. All was so fast. The ship skirted on the way back the small islands.

She looked it cutting the waves as the cut that she felt in her heart.  She was happy and sad.

And she understood that when memories began to work it is because the reality is changing. Or then when much more memories come – farther is the reality. Look back makes the Present cloudy. And many other sensations came to her very fast – much larger and faster than La Grande Nave Veloce. And a kind of grip caused an immense pain in the heart and shared with the bones as a sensation of a rheumatic disease – all hurt and all was particularized.

She looked sadly when said good bye to the dark blue sea.

They went back to his beautiful bedroom. It would be their last night together after the fifiteen nights.

The Future sometimes can be myopic – but never blind.

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A HAND IN THE FOG

XX

When she saw the ship – she was surprised. Beautiful. And a wonderful name was written on the white hull of the ship: La Grande Nave Veloce.

She thought immediately: a Philosophy.

The trip began. For fifteen days they’d be together in many kinds of trip.

The part outside it was well planned for him – all and each detail.

The part inside they’d build together – all and each detail.

Looking at the sea – with all that dark blue – she almost cried. It was unbelievable that situations like that could really happen. All began with a concert – and they were there – inside of La Grande Nave Veloce with the sea by witness. Another kind of concert – the sweet sound of the little waves when the ship cuts it – seemed like a chanson.

The sea was calm. Soft. The sky was so blue. They will be there for about twenty-one hours – so fast she thought. After these hours – they’d travel around the Island on his car. It was his idea – I know you love travel in the opened car. Come on – we will put it into the ship and make our trip with our opened car.

She smiled happy.

And that was done.

When they landed on the Island – the sun was perfect. The roads around the blue dark sea were like a film. The green of the grape farms finished when the sea began. Or vice versa. The smell was delicious.

The sun and the wind on her body made her feel a so special energy. He smiled because she repeated several times the same: she repeated the name of the sea. It was funny. But she needed this. It was like say and listen her own voice put her inside the reality and also a way to believe that she was there.

After the first day – she was tan. Immediately. Another skin seemed born – like her soul. Happiness it was the name of the change. Happiness.

Many amazed situations happened.

She never would forget the day that they were lost into a maze of little roads. She was surprised – and loved be lost. Many farms. It was a wonderful road and nobody – just his car and at that moment with Bach by witness.

The silence outside was a partner.

She took off the shirt and with the arms up for the sky she said – thank you Universe. And they laughed a lot – a delicious and particular moment.

After two or three hours they found the right way. She thought: again another Philosophy.

On the right road he pointed to the left side and said to her – look at that mountain – it is the volcano.

If she could list the specials feelings of that trip – she’d put the magician of the volcano as a most surprised point.

She said so much touched – I want to go there. So this volcano exists. It was not only a story from a book. It was not only a part of school lessons.

He was partner.

They went to the top of the volcano a part by car and a part by cable car.

After some minutes – finally – her feet where on the black ash of the top of the volcano. The cold wind antagonized the past hot of the black ash. The sound was different – silence but not mute. The nature exploded with beautiful yellow flowers between the black rocks and the lava. The craters made almost a nature trademark. There was a magician mix of so much colors and so much energy. She never felt a sensation like that. It was some between sleep and wake – so much intensity inside and around her. On the top of the volcano she could see the city and the blue dark sea at the end of the view.

Thank you Universe.

And the retina and the skin were together to make all her body and soul – enormously sensitive.

She held his hand. He smiled.

Unforgettable.

She was different when she went down from the top of the volcano. Feel all that energy that comes inside the Earth is so much strong.

She sat inside the cable car – to begin the descent back – in front of him.

Behind him it was the second beautiful landscape – the city and the sea.

Behind her it was the volcano.

She held his hand.

Looking and feeling the volcano she understood the Life and the Planet. She understood the fine line between the strong and the weak. She understood the lost and the gains. She understood the courage and the pusillanimity. She understood about the fire and the void. She understood all about all – looking at the yellow flowers growing among rocks and craters.

And maybe for the first time in her life she was proud of herself.

He held her hand – as if he was read her mind – and with a so low voice he said yes. And kissed and hugged her.

Perfect.

A HAND IN THE FOG

XIX

She remembered the description before go.

“Since the moment she began to separate objects to the suitcase to go – she could see like a background scenario – his face in the airport at the moment at the meeting. She could feel his hands on her. She could relax in his hug so strong and soft. She could feel the delicious smell of his kiss. They would talk about trivialities on the way to get the car – but with the arms touching and hands by hands. She would look at his face and would smile so happy. And during the journey from the airport to home – the joy of being together again was expressed in caresses on the skin – as if to make sure of reality.

He would put the suitcase into the car and after on a delicate chair into the beautiful bedroom.”

And it was if she could see the future.

They were together.

When they hug each other – she felt that each meeting was a different meeting but also a similar meeting. Only the love sensation permits such ambiguity of the emotions – she was sure of this.

She was happy.

With a smile and opened arms he was there waiting for her – like a poem where the rhyme was done without precaution or metrics – but a real rhyme.

He took her picture coming into the exit door from the airport as a joke. A ludic action – and hug her. Delicious meeting. They made a silence for a while and she could feel so warmish in his arms. And her breath became calm. And his hands support her.

They were together.

She knew that she could never describe exactly that feeling. Impossible. Feeling is much more an act than someone can suspect. It’s an inside act – and for inside acts the words are not necessary or even be feed for grammatical rules. That’s the moment when a word or thousand words – didn’t reach to say anything.

She discovered – a moment after – some about words. Words are worth than mathematics. Numbers can multiply, add, divide or decrease and translate correctly. But words need absence to be present. And almost smiling – she discovered why she hated numbers. The numbers showed her the fragility of the words.

The act of a meeting – much more deep than all the words in any language could describe or translate – is constructed in some else moment that is not clear. Maybe in a moment when both were not close – or in a moment that just the hand or the eye made the perfect movement. And this inside act was constructed in slumber of the consciousness. Beautiful.

She was touched.

He was holding.

He was touched.

She was holding.

They were together.

And they went home like she had previously drawn.

If the languages can’t translate, the bodies can decode. She just was not right if the opposite works also but it didn’t care. Ecco li: cioè la presenza in assenza cancellata e dimenticata!

She smiled trying to make a joke or revenge to the – at this moment – abandoned words.

The sound of their smiles, their voices inside his walls, the music, the smell, the noise outside – all these so soft details put her in state of calm. But she didn’t tell him – just was close to him, touching his hair and kissing him with so much pleasure. A lot.

And she finally understood herself through his skin.

They were together.

When she went to sleep in that first night together after so many time separated – in the dark of the bedroom she turned her head many times in the night to see him.

With the hand – touched softly many times his body.

Moving her body close to his body she could feel the warmth of his breath. And there was not one only of these movements that he had not “answered” the touch and the movements to be close.

She smiled in the silence of the dark of the bedroom.

Yes. They were together.

Looking through the window she saw the thin crescent moon. She knew that in the first night of the full moon – they would be separated again. And moved her body so closer to his body.

But much more would happen in front of the crescent moon in that first night together – after so long time separated.

In the morning – very early – he woke up and called her name. She smiled remembering the first time of all the time. In the beginning of the beginning he made the same – called her name. At that time she was thanked – she had forgotten who was she in fact.

Of course so much changed in her mind – she went on trying to identify her self. She was sure that she was being rebuilding – in general or in details her style of Life was changing day by day.

She learned much more about the Past in this Present time. With him the Past was first well naked – and after well dressed – and sent to the right place. Fantastic.

And the Present – they were together.

She hugged him and said – yes. He smiled.

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