Vorige week bracht ik Patricia en Pablo naar de luchthaven. Ze vertrokken naar Wenen, om daar een tijd te gaan wonen. Ik leerde haar twaalf jaar geleden kennen!
1. The doorbell rang and there you were, standing on the pavement. Buying self-made bracelets from the kids next door, which are selling them to earn money for their school excursion. With you eyes all a glow, and your smile brightening your face. Your small, thin body, filled with ambitious, exotic, wild and free excitement. Your hear waves in the wind as if saying hello to a distant friend from whom you see once or twice a year. And your heart filled with love, but for everyone who walks into your life. Your mind, ingenious, filled with thoughts and Patricia, you have a wild and untamed soul. I hope that after you have been reading this, you will go into your studio and pick up brushes and paint. Because I’m wondering impatiently what kind of beauty you will bring to the world … . For every thought there is an idea. And for every idea there is a creation.
2. Happier every day. Sad waves in sets. Time missed. Look around. See where I’m found. Waking up. Unbound. Changeful stress. Evolutive growing pains. Chipping away at bad habits. Sore mind muscles. Feeling good can feel bad. At first.
But now, for example, I can be overwhelmed again with happiness just seeing the sun cast a certain shadow on a wall. Or when I’m overhearing a little nonsense talk. Or when I feel like we have an understanding through a glance – a raised eyebrow, a smile.