«She learned to tame her expectations and accept the
fact that, all the variables implicated on her quest to find the pure feeling
are beyond one’s control. Yet, she trusted that the universe will whisper on
her ear the exact coordinates to guide her to this secluded place where magic
happens and two unsuspected beings can finally find each other.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7
To a stranger
Passing stranger! you
do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
«She had been relentlessly enduring her search with
serenity on her heart and a smile on her face, for she realized that certain
things cannot be forced, as they demand from the future bearers a meticulous preparation,
which can only be earned by the sum of all the defeats.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7
«I still haven’t found you,
but I wait patiently for the day you come into my life. The thoughts of you in
my dreams are worth all the lonely nights. I will fill my heart with love until
the day I have the chance to give it all to you.»
«But, the more she chased it, the more it got away
from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it broke apart and
disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close to her
destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed to
converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its
essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to
slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time. »
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 7
« Love is the triumph
of imagination over intelligence.»
«She longed for the unquestionable certainty that the
real feeling infuses into every inch of one’s being, obliterating the tiniest
specks of doubts, that circle around one’s willingness to let the guard down,
like hungry sharks waiting to feed on the prey.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7
somewhere i have never
travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have
their silence:
in your most frail gesture are
things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch
because they are too near
your slightest look easily
will unclose me
though i have closed myself as
fingers,
you open always petal by petal
myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)
her first rose
or if your wish be to close
me, i and
my life will shut very
beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this
flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere
descending;
nothing which we are to
perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense
fragility: whose texture
«Having found them, she would explore the core of the
unexpected, loose herself within the realms of the improbable, and plunge into
the depths of the unknown, because she knew, that those seemingly ordinary
manifestations, hid many significant moments which are often the gateways to a
happier and meaningful existence.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 7
«The moment one gives close attention to anything,
even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably
magnificent world in itself.»
«A long time ago she trained herself to dissect the
ordinary routines that everyone takes for granted and find beauty in them. So,
every day, she neglected the obvious and chased the simple details which are
generally right in front of us, hence, habitually overlooked.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 7
«It seems to me there’s so much more to the world than
the average eye is allowed to see. I believe if you look hard, there are more
wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of.»
«The close contact of the water with her body kept her
mind clear and sharp. Great is the power of water. It pushes us closer to our
human origins. Like wild horses, her thoughts wandered through the fringes of
her life.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 7
«We are surrounded by the unknown and the unknowable
and it’s bigger than us and always will be, and I think that’s what the magic
of being alive is.»
Short Story number 7: Inspired by the song «Love don’t leave me waiting» by Glen
Hansard from the solo albumRhythm And Repose.
The time was 22:00
pm on a Sunday night. It was the day of the week she chose to pamper herself
with a bubble bath. She closed her eyes and sunk her body in the bathtub. The
close contact of the water with her body kept her mind clear and sharp. Great
is the power of water. It pushes us closer to our human origins. Like wild
horses, her thoughts wandered through the fringes of her life.
A long time ago she trained herself to dissect the ordinary routines
that everyone takes for granted and find beauty in them. So, every day, she
neglected the obvious and chased the simple details which are generally right
in front of us, hence, habitually overlooked. Having found them, she would
explore the core of the unexpected, lose herself within the realms of the improbable,
and plunge into the depths of the unknown, because she knew, that those seemingly
ordinary manifestations, hid many significant moments which are often the
gateways to a happier and meaningful existence.
She appeared to have achieved all the goals most people consider to be
the cornerstone of a successful life and for that she was envied. But there was
one thing that seemed to dodge every attempt to be apprehended and still
remained a mystery to her. And that thing was love. She longed for the unquestionable
certainty that the real feeling infuses into every inch of one’s being,
obliterating the tiniest specks of doubts, that circle around one’s willingness
to let the guard down, like hungry sharks waiting to feed on the prey.
But, the more she chased it, the
more it got away from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it
broke apart and disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close
to her destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed
to converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its
essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to
slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time.
She had been relentlessly
enduring her search with serenity on her heart and a smile on her face, for she
realized that certain things cannot be forced, as they demand from the future
bearers a meticulous preparation, which can only be earned by the sum of all
the defeats.
She learned to tame her expectations and accept the fact that, all the
variables implicated on her quest to find the pure feeling are beyond one’s
control. Yet, she trusted that the universe will whisper on her ear the exact
coordinates to guide her to this secluded place where magic happens and two
unsuspected beings can finally find each other.
Until that moment finally arrives, she would resist the temptation of
following the easiest path and solemnly refuse to deny the possibility of the
existence of this inexplicable bond that can be mysteriously woven between two
souls and stand the test of times.
The time was now 22:49 pm and it started to rain outside. She carefully
listened to the gentle sound of the raindrops on the window pane and felt the
melody of this mysterious and comforting music, wrap its magic around her, like
the protective arms of a loved one. She opened her eyes and acknowledged the
perfection of that precise moment and surrender to its beauty, for it was right
there that life truly unfolded.
