You Wear The Sun [i]

      My dementors are probably starving lately. Somehow in the last few months my fears seem to be lighter and they probably haven’t been able to feed themselves.  And it is true what everyone say about overcoming one’s fears... you get to see live in a very different way.

Today was my first flight after THE flight, and it felt very different from any other I ever took.  First, I got to sit by the window, which I never do, and I looked through it.  But I mean REALLY looked.  It was one of the most beautiful views I had ever seen:  It was my dying sky.  (Stop with the look right there!!! It is not a creepy thing).  People who know me for quite a long time, know that I talk about this all the time.  I think that the day you die you get picked up. You don’t just die and grab a taxi to the death zone or something, you get picked up.  I picture being death around 4:00 pm in a very beautiful afternoon.  One with a sky so blue, filled with spongy white clouds, where the sun can come through in yellow and orange lines, like in a religious painting from renascence.  I imagine floating up in to the sky while the day is ending, feeling this light heat like when the sun hits your face in a cold day.  Closing my eyes and letting myself go to be picked up.  They and I will sit in cloud and see the horizon become red and purple, and just before the last ray of sun light goes away, I say my last goodbye to this world and walk into the night for all the eternity.

That was the sky I saw today.  It was unbelievable.  All around me was light blue and there was this bed of cotton clouds under the airplane. The sun was beautiful.  What’s with the sun, that always seems to bring so much joy? I found myself thinking about happy moments in my live, and most of them were sunny.  My sister’s wedding in Bucaramanga, my trip to Tota, my vacations in Rio, crossing the lakes in Bariloche…  I thought a lot about Rio today, in how happy I was there and all the crazy things we did.   

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The pebbles you’ve arranged
In the sand they’re strange
they speak to me like to constellations as we lie here
There’s a magic I can’t hold
your smile of honey gold
and that you never seem to be in short supply of

(Chorus)
Ooh, so baby lets get it on
Drinking wine, and killing time and sittin in the summer sun
You know, I wanted you so long
Why did you have to drop that bomb on me

Lazy days crazy dolls
You said we’ve been friends too long
Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the summer dress you wore in spring
The way we laughed as one
And then you dropped the bomb
That I’ve know you too long for us to have a thing

(Chorus)x2
Ooh, so baby lets get it on
Drinking wine,and killing time and sittin in the summer sun
You know, I wanted you so long
Why did you have to drop that bomb on me
Why did you have to drop the bomb

Could it be this
The story in your eyes
Tell of silent wings
You fly away on.

Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the sunbeam dress you wore in spring
Yeah yeah, the way we laughed as one
Why did you drop that bomb on me

(chorus)
Ooh, so baby lets get it on
Drinking wine, and killing time and sittin in the summer sun
You know, I wanted you so long
Why did you have to drop the bomb on me

Could it be this
The honeysuckle blessings you seem to show me
Could it be this
For seven days in june I wasn’t lonely
Could it be this
You never gave me time to say I love you
Could it be this
I know you dont believe me but it’s so true

Don’t walk away from me girl
I read the stories in your eyes
Don’t you walk away from me
I read the stories in your eyes
And you been telling we been friends for too long girl
I think I love you
I think I love you


(but you wanna drop the bomb)
ooh

uhhhhhhh

Anyway, I loved my sun today.  I looked like a child staring at the window.  Seeing the plane’s wing ripping off the spider web while we were passing by.  Getting in to the clouds, like getting under the covers.  Nothing but white all around you.  But the curtain is already open and you know the sun is out there somewhere.  And you uncover just enough of your face to feel it.  And slowly open your eyes to see the breakfast coming to bed……. That looks a lot like happiness to me.  And I don’t want Mr. Burns trying to cover it, or the Decepticons trying to stealing it to save their planet.  My hope for happiness in this new country will be any were the sun raises.

 

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[i] The Delays (Faded Seaside Glamour)