Don’t ask me how or why, but one August night I found myself sitting in front of the sea, staring at the moon with a stranger.
We could have rolled on the sand, which a man and a woman usually do when they find themselves in a scene similar to that one, but that didn’t happen. We just debated the kind of lie that made the moon not completely full, to see if it was growing or decreasing. After all, living things are somehow extrascientific, influenced by the movements and forms of the “white lady. “
? I love it? Does he love me? ? I’ve been wondering
Maybe he did, too.
“At a time when touching the outside is behind or not up-to-date, touching the interior has become the most valuable and difficult product to find on the market. “
Many try to compensate with fleeting and compulsive contacts, to feed this hunger that is never satisfied and that causes us a certain discomfort, such as a roar, a sound that sounds like internal complaint, which makes us fear deaf that we no longer hear. .
Perhaps by seeking to feel beyond the skin, that night we ended up making our cartoons in a cell phone app, drawing absurdly in the sand dodging a truck that cleaned the beach.
A car came and went from time to time, while we talked or stopped and sniffed our hands in search of the sardine we had eaten a while ago. How strange it is to be with a stranger.
“But then I realized how strange it is to be a stranger to oneself; and this, let’s see it or not, is it our eternal shadow?
Suddenly, the moon illuminated us like a projector, like the celebrities on the catwalks, I don’t know if she reacted or not to our conversation, all I know is that behind the sweet noise of our conversation, I heard her say :?Sometimes I’m with myself, sometimes I’m alone. Then I looked at him and, not knowing why, he was no longer a stranger.
I took him home and when I stopped the car to say goodbye, something strange happened: I felt my skin, something had touched me inside, like a caress, like a note on the guitar, like the wood of the guitar vibrating. Vam Morrison was ringing in the background to influence the attraction we felt when we were teenagers in a car.
I don’t know if he hadn’t kissed me for a while and forgotten, or if he’d never kissed with all five senses in his mouth before, but his lips were soft and addictive.
Summer is over and we’ll never see each other again. Never mind
“The meaning of things is not defined by their duration, it has a defined space and time.
In any case, I keep repeating that there is nothing stranger than feeling strange with someone, including ourselves; and the next moment we discovered ourselves, not knowing why, in a kind of house, a temple that never ceases to amaze us, but that unies us, brings us closer to ourselves and the world.
Even if it is only by fractions of a second, where there is no thought and we return to our beloved childhood, where everything could magically transform, where we could feel, dream and live.
Have you ever tried to approach and look at the moon with a stranger, even if that stranger is yourself or someone you think you know all your life, without expecting anything else?Then you’ll see that magic exists.