Friday, August 12, 2011

Moon Dazzler

We never had a place we could call home.

We met on the streets, always dreaming of a place we could be together.

I never stopped dreaming of a place where she could find happiness.

She stayed in the city in order to find comfort in my closeness.

Torn apart by the city, she has moved to the forest in search for home.

She has found the moon and the sun and they dazzle her every day.

She has found beauty in her own cycle of living and her presence in this world.

She no longer needs others to compare and measure her happiness.

She wakes up when the moon is going down.

The crickets remind her that she is surrounded by the forest. The warmth of the rising sun filters through the leaves and warms the rough wood floors.

The sun is up and there is fresh bread on the table. She is planting an aloe vera plant in the dirt
floor of her living room. She somehow knows the perfect place for it to grow.

She opens all doors, all screens, all windows and the wind picks up all of her Hindu drapes.

She wants to take me to the beach, but I can see that she is worried about leaving the house alone. She hides some of her most valuable possessions: books, pictures, and the pot.

She places a tree branch in front of the entrance, leaves the radio on, and the door wide open. She then screams “Bye, we’ll see you later” as if there was someone still in the house.

To me it seems as if she is saying goodbye to her house, and the house mumbles through the forest as we walk farther and farther away from the radio.

We walk together through the forest to the dirt road that reaches the beach break. She goes for a swim in the ocean and after awhile sits right next to me to watch the sunset.

She is dazzled with the sight, even though she has seen it hundreds of times.

The sunlight is dimming and soon the forest will be illuminated by the bright moon. We make our way back, the last bits of sun light illuminating our path.

She prepares a quick meal. Candles provide a flickering light while she plays the guitar.

The moonlight enters the house, and soon she will go to sleep.

She has placed her bed in a corner of the house where there is a direct view of the moon.

She has told me that watching the moon reminds her of me. I know she believes this is a ways for us to always be together.

This bamboo beauty is located here in Playa Avellanas, Costa Rica. It is a personal project by Benjamin Garcia Saxe. The home was designed for the architect’s mother and it is intended to be a refuge in which to bring his family together.

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