Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - LUZ DE LUNA
~Sung in the background by Chavela Vargas, in deep flamenco voice~
The Island sometimes resembles a bee-hive. All those people buzzing around in constant pursuit of their dreams and desires. Within their microcosmoses the islanders are completely unaware of mutual life dramas as they are passing eachother by, their energy fields bouncing between them and bouncing off the sea and skies that sorround them.
But if one ventures to rise his gaze, all this chaos immediately stops in the tranquility of huge clowds silently travelling vast skies like some odd sailing vessels.
They have known each other for years now. Very well indeed and yet they have never exchanged a single word. They are meeting purely by chance in restaurants, bars, clubs, beaches, promenades. The scenery always different, the scenario always the same.
Whether crowded room or an open space, long before they set eyes upon each other they will both feel certain restlessness and a strange stifled primeval longing, unexplainable to higher senses.When their gazes finally meet she will subtly but visibly sway back as if trying to absorb the impact of the plasmic ball of energy he unwittingly launches out of his astral body. After she overcomes this initial shock she gradually shifts into complete acceptance, launching her own body of energy to merge with his in a shadowy-like dance.But after a while her mind takes control and she will swagger again but this time to shake off the spell. To find the energy for this final battle she will hold on tightly to the arm of her man. After this last upheaval motionelessnes and blank stare settles on her face. He knows every little detail and every phase of this transformation. Astonishment is always fresh for him as the heat so suddenly explodes in the insides soon to be transmuted into a bunch of butterflies trying to escape the jar they are contained in.
Once he was so close behind her he could safely admire every detail of the texture she is made of. After she started swaying in familiar way he knew that she has become aware of his presence. She actually touched his body accidentally during the usual sway but withdrew suddenly as if touching molten lava. His hand almost went up to pull up unfinished zipper of her evening gown. He almost pouted his lips to gently blow up defiant little hairs that fell on the back of her long neck.
Last night he was admiring full moon from his window. All of the sudden he could see her in his mind's eye. Exactly like moonlight she is! Mysteriously elusive and indefinable.

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