One of those stupid days of 2002 again..
Here it comes, one night as all the others. The streets of Plaka full of tourists, full of the same sadness of loneliness.. And me.. yes, me, a person without identity, but a real living sexy doll of the summer.. Wearing almost only my perfume, crossing the street, smiling to myself with a sense of black humor..
Passing by the ancient monuments now. Passing by my memories, at all those places. My job, my studies, my living death of misery..So many friends.. so many lovers.. I never was alone. Not a second..
So sad.. I’ m sick of that.
Sow me the real life, God.. !!!
Sow me the different, the rare, the hope of changing my life.. !!!
Voice.
A man. A beautiful one. He tries to talk to me..
-?You. O, yes, you.. The beauty model??
-?Me.. ? Just live me alone, ok??
-?But.. sorry.. sorry.. I just wanted to talk to you.. I know you. I am the man from the community.. I know you.. ?
He was right. He knew me..
-?Oh, yes.. And I am the princess of the Greek navy.. GO AWAY!?
A few minutes later, we were crossing the street together.. He, a foreign one, holding my hand..
-?Let’ s go. I know a noisy place. We can spy everyone without being noticed.. That’ s my hobby, you know. I really like to be on other’ s shoes. ?
I was laughing for a few seconds of my silent moments.. And here we are. Yes.. The paradise of spies!!!
He said..
?He must by unhappy.. Look at him..
Glance..
Silence.
?Look at me.. Look at you.. ?
Kiss on the lips..
About him.. He had finished the financial studies.. He was driving an American car that costs a real fortune. He was.. God.. so in love with me..
Then.. So many times.. Again and again.. The street next to the sea, a few kilometers out of Athens.
?Look at me, Thal!!! I am happy!!! Run, Thal, run!!! Run your stupid car.. ?
He was crazy about me.. 3 months.. me and Thal together..
?Call your daddy, honey!!! You’ ll be my wife!?
One day he said: ?I wan’ t stay for long.. ?
He left. For ever. How sad!!!
Thal, just call me when you reach America!!!
He did it.. So many calls of him..
?Live me alone. Thal!!! Stop calling me! I’ ll kill your memory!?
April 2002-2004
Dedicated to Th. M. a living dream of my life
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