A LOOK AT THE SEA

Do not take anyone to see the sea, which is an important thing, it is not a trivial matter. Going with someone to see the sea is not like going to the bar, to see the shop windows in the square or to get an ice cream. It really is so much more. To look at the sea bring us someone who shares the silence with you, it is difficult to find it, but if you find it you have no escape. You see it as if you were in another world, a world where silence is enough to understand each other. A world of your own. Bring us someone you don’t have to talk to, because the sea is a silent film that surprises you for the colors, for the sensations it causes in your stomach and for the noises of the waves that make you feel in a balanced situation. But what really counts, of the sea, are the nuances. As with everything beautiful on the other hand. Bring us those who have been able to show you that you are worth much more than what you think, than what you would expect, someone who makes you a priority and not a pastime. That person who can hear your innermost tragedies, without thinking that they are trivial and irrelevant things. To see the sea bring us those who can understand you without speaking, who will pick you up if you go away, who gives you the opportunity to lean on his shoulder when you fall, who if looking into your eyes, incredibly notices a bit of the sea in you too. That person who, when he looks up to the sky, reads your name. Bring us someone just like that, who makes you feel chaos inside and a magical person outside, full of life. You will seem to see something amazing, shocking, fascinating and for the first time in your life it will seem like you are seeing the sea, because you have never seen it like this.
I leave you everything that I don’t need, that slows me down, that saddens me, that weighs me down. Everything that is too little, too tight, too warm, everything that creases me even if at times it softens me. I leave you some silver until you can completely heal that wound on my heart, and I also leave you a little bit of what I carry is silent in my heart. I leave you the disappointment and indifference with which you forced me to dress, I leave you the forced smiles, the tears in the dark timeless nights. I leave you a piece of me, another piece of life that once again taught me the value of life. I carry with me, the change, the enchantment, the wonder, the desire to surprise me again, the strength, the resilence, the sincere smiles, the full-mouthed laughter, the deep breaths that take your breath away, the becoming, discovering yourself every day, that hunger for life that never leaves me. That dream that I tied tightly to my finger. All the best in me.
Every now and then they ask me why I’m like this. They do not know that I have never had anyone who cared about making me feel good, that I always had to organize myself, be alone as a friend, as a confidant. I hate surprises because I’ve never had one, I’m afraid to let go because no one has been there to catch me, it’s always so damn obvious that I can solve everything by myself, I’m the one who’s always fine and if she’s not fine it will pass by itself. Learn to let go Get away from your own mind All those images That little by little they will become weak Let it flow on the face The tears that will be thrown into an ocean In which we will have to learn to swim Leave those shores behind Traveling to discover new lands And don’t hold back anything The heart will know how to keep what really matters The memories, the precious ones Able to make us survive And live Continue to grow, mature Blossom like tulips And learn to let go when the rainy days return And start again All over again.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cattalespress
    Sep 12, 2021 @ 12:19:21

    Your words are deep, heartfelt and beautiful. The post has moved me beyond words … to tears actually. (I think I’ll take a ride to the beach today!) 🤍

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    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:47:09

      Oh, I’m glad I made such emotions arise with my pariles. Thanks for reading me. You are the only people I speak to. I’m glad you go to the beach. I hope it was baby and that the sea spoke to you too. 🥰

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  2. Catxman
    Sep 12, 2021 @ 20:13:01

    Good post. I live by the ocean almost literally (a brisk walk away) and the Pacific calls to me every day that I’m here. Calling, calling …

    Calling.

    — Catxman

    http://www.catxman.wordpress.com

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    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:36:11

      I was born in a town on the sea, I was born in the water of the sea. My mother gave birth in the sea. I belong to the sea. Salt water flows through my veins. As a young girl I used to go into the sea to meet the waves, I listen to her breath when I travel by ship. I drowned in the sea in a previous life. I understand this call of the sea, I too feel it, and I smell the air that carries the smell of salt, I often dream of the killer wave, and I always remain alive. I even breathe underwater and the only one in my swimming course to move like a real dolphin. Yes, he’s calling…. The Ocean now is calling me… I’ve never been in the Ocean… That is maybe my end.

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