Marks in the Sky, web-log by Cumulus Rider

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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The Knight of the Storms journey from the Forbidden Island and back...

This is a dialog between me and my soul. It is a dialog for the people. All people, all Men race, colour or creed.

In my dreams I build bridges that span the seas, a routes upon which my brothers and I can cross, free of charge, from a desire to learn each other's ins and outs, ups and downs, ways and means...

Most of the times I am just the android dreaming of the electric sheep, but there are times when I am not, then I write here. Cant help but quote exceptional Kia:

"Feel free to ask me anything. I cant quarantee however, that I will listen or care. As the matter of fact, dont ask me anything, just sit down and shut up."

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