sábado, 4 de maio de 2013

Lights will guide you home

It was the last week before we had to move from Brunel's accommodation buildings. Maybe the night before. That meant it was almost time to go on and live it all behind and how hard that would be.

Place chosen was the grass outside "The House" and around the fire all of us sat. I can't speak for everybody but for me there was a mix of feelings. At one hand I had the joy of coming back home after seven long years, but the taste was bittersweet, cause I was sure that those were people who, lets face the odds, I hardly would see again. So, for me the occasion was dense and very emotional. Maybe that's the reason why that episode and song is so special.

Jorge and Lisette brought their acoustic guitars and I helped them singing one song or another. Everyone who matters the most were there. She came and sat right between me and my Turkish brother Arda and asked for a song: Fix You. And so Jorge made it.

She is just like that: an amazing mind, great intelligence, a woman with the power to make her ideas come true. The bottom of a pyramid where everyone climbs to reach the top she already reached, because she's the pyramid herself. A reasonable, smart, brilliant woman, who holds inside a child with a great urge to discover the world around and get rid of the chains she herself created to feel safe. The coexistence of call of freedom and the desperate need of protection, caring and to feel loved (and she is).

To be there and hold our hands was all she needed, to feel that that specific moment, that those 3 or 4 minutes could last forever, in a place no one could enter but the 3 of us.

Despite all of the great moments we had together, despite of all of the good memories I have with her, despite of the fact she's a friend that I'll have in my heart for life, this single moment framed her in this strong portrait and gave her a gift she doesn't need she has (at least until now). A present that for some people, maybe even for her, might be trivial, casual or just silly, but for me it represents a lot (and, since she knows me very well, she knows it).

Shikha, you made it. Your moment will last forever, at least here inside. And you got yourself a song: Fix You is all yours and you can be sure that every single time I listen to it, my thoughts belongs to you, my great friend.

There's always a song

Inspiration.

A single and harmless word, but with just what it takes to make the heart pump faster and stronger. That little spark that takes you from doing nothing, just stay in bed playing Candy Crush or whatever to bring magic to the world (even if it is you ver own particular world, who cares?). Emotion, feeling, being human. 

This story begins just like that: a common Sunday night. Low light, Facebook, waiting Simone finishing her stuff to watch a movie and… Candy Crush. But there is a song (yeah, there's always a song…) and ITunes starts to play it. World stops and it brings me back 4 years in time (GOD, it's been that long?) to a particular place and a period of my life.

Verses of a song (another song, but remember, there is always a song) says that "the memory is better than it was back then", but not this time. That time was special and I didn't need to look from outside in to know it. Every second I lived I knew it was temporary, I knew it was like living another life, almost like an alternative reality placed in between two chapters of my regular life, if I can put it like that. I knew it was special. I felt it.

And every place I've been to, every street I've crossed, every Tesco shopping I made and specially every single person who took place in that Journey, my Journey came back to me. People who are irreversibly attached to my soul for as long as I live and maybe more.

Back in September 17th of 2010, I told to one of the most important characters in this story that doesn't matter the distance or how long we kept apart. The greatest thing is to know that everytime we're back together, the feeling will be the same. And one thing you guys can be sure: from me, it will be.

This post os not dedicated to anyone in particular, but to all of you who made my life more special than it already was, that made London a place that is part of who I am. To all of you who I miss and you have no idea how much.

Just because of a song.