A colourful palette, a mess of emotions I cannot control – feelings that are getting unbearable like the heat in beautiful Cyprus.
Sometimes these unexpected feelings divide us – like the Green line in exotic Nicosia. Barrels of questions planted by the UN of life. They are echoing around. In the Turkish bazaar of temptation: Do you really like other women? Do I love you? Why when we have it all, we feel discontent? In the Greek streets of art: How did we let technology divide people? Why do we draw lines of stereotypes? In the buffer zone of loneliness: What about age, health and survival…
I often jump from the boat of pain to my blue abyss. Just like I dived in Larnaca to look for the Zenobia wreck and kiss the Mediterranean fish. I don’t fear the depth of my soul. It’s clear no matter how far it is from sanity. I can drown but in the end, I always reach the shore of our salt lake. It’s there where I learn that – just like the flamingos that get their pink colour from the shrimp they eat – we are who we are because of the love we consume.
Out of control, El, life is just a beautiful island.