The fact that she exists in the way she does is a bit too much for me to absorb. There’s something unreal about her; about the way she’s gotten my attention. I believe my words will bring some light to my thoughts and make it all clear, if the reader is clever enough to decipher some metaphors.
How can a landscape change so quickly like it did?
At first, what I see in the horizon is a clear sky – untouched canvas – over solacing woods that hold nothing but the unknown. By the woods’ feet, a clear lake, still as it can be, bringing freshness and relief to the surroundings, surrounded by people, joy on their faces, a happy life drawn. I get to touch the water and feel how soothing it is to be there, by myself – not alone, but by myself – trying what life chose to give me, not even imagining what she was holding for my eyes and my heart. Obliviousness was a positive thing, this time.
So, being there, I sat by the shore and kept on admiring, letting thoughts flow, embracing every detail in front of me. Everything was so quiet, so still, that I could hear my clock ticking; it was the sound of time, marching on, magically changing that scenario in front of me, detail by detail.
I stopped a bit to look around, and two things held my attention, one at a time. The first one was a mysterious, yet wonderful Stonetower not far on the right. Four stories, well-built, attention catching. There was something about it that made me smile and feel a rush in my chest.
The second thing was the fact that I was, suddenly, alone. I looked all around, but couldn’t find a single person. Then I looked ahead again, to take one more glimpse.
To my surprise, the view had changed. Golden light started shining in the horizon, strong as it were gentle, coloring the whole scenario. A couple of moments later, beautiful clouds joined that magic and added beauty to the canvas. I could only feel how much my eyes felt blessed to be witnessing the arrival of all that beauty to my horizon. The way the golden light painted the sky in the clouds, creating multiple shades and new colors I didn’t even know existed, gently coloring my skin as it grew stronger, spilling it’s magic on that wide, ample river that now, somehow, was showing excitement over the gathering of these two: the golden sky and me.
I felt like that beautiful canvas was now so close to me that I could even touch it if I wanted.
As I reached for it, my feet left the ground: I was floating in the air, across the pond, admiring, as I ascended, how beautiful that work of art looked reflected on the water, its features dancing as the tiny agitations created by geese here and there advanced.
The air, I could tell, was purer up there, and it got purer as I ascended towards the most beautiful painting that was that wonder.
That was a moment suspended in time. All the inspiration hit me like cold rain, activating my inner self, bringing out the part of me I love the most, exactly because it is capable, more than anything, of giving back with warmness all the passion that it receives. It makes me look way beyond appearance, beyond words pronounced, beyond smiles and kisses, scents and touch. It drags me all the way to the core, where ideas and personality reside, and past the door of the mind, where the true element of connection dwells; the one no one was able to name, but only feel.
I feel that inspiration that makes the pen dance on white pages, drawing with words the indescribable spectacle of the images, I now see, it creates inside of me.
This is art as you are art, either tonight, in the morning or in the afternoon.
I finally touch the sky, and I feel like I’m a true part of it, as it is a part of me; the part that puts an everlasting smile to my face and soul.
It all seems unreal, but it’s not. Therefore, it is impossible for you to be unreal, for I feel you so intensely that nothing but the truth could emerge from this canvas.
By Rafael Mendes