Remembering this part of the story hit Giuseppe hard. Once again, he recognized the allegory that the story formed with his own real-life love story. As tears streamed down his face, he swallowed to clear the lump in his throat and continued to recollect Bee’s story.
My heart still remembers well
How for the first time ever
I looked deep into your eyes
After you had given birth to me
And I felt your motherly warmth
“It’s okay to be a bit cheeky, Wim”, my girlfriend said to me before she became my girlfriend. And, I can tell you, I badly needed her encouraging words. For, it was with trembling knees and a pounding heart that I knocked on her door in the beginning. Fortunately for me, because by listening to my heart instead of to my fears, she is now my girlfriend.
“Magari,” he sighed wistfully as he sat on the cliff overlooking the bay.
Instantly, the wind began to stir. She whipped the waves to a frenzy, driving them towards the beach where they would have rolled on to anyway, albeit faster now.
If only I could, he wondered.
“Oh, but you can,” replied the wind.
Then, the wind settled, letting the waves rest a little in the warm afternoon sun.
Photo: ‘Tango a la Argentina’ by Mexikids on Sxc.hu
"I’m not really that into language," I once said in a writer’s café. Those present looked at me in astonishment: A writer who isn’t involved in language, that’s unthinkable, isn’t it? However, that is the case with me.