Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Oceanic letter


Dear Rebekka Averbach,

I decided to write you a blog letter.
Been listening to this song and somehow it reminded me of you - not that this girl is like you or anything, on the contrary - she's calm and singing so gladly, maturely, surely not a teenager.

Well, Rebekka, more than five years ago there was this girl believing in the dreams of Teddy (you remember him, don't you), diaries of Che Guevara and writing letters to some Czech authors; travelling all around and looking for the place to dwell...

Now this girl has found some Australian or maybe New Zealandian anonymous poet Alabama Otis and she is reading all she has ever written. It is weird to name the Australian girl Alabama, isn't it? Who knows probably there are many Alabama state lovers in New Zealand too. So weird but fact is that there she is, this Alabama Otis writing down all that happens around her, she writes down the dialogues between her and her husband, she writes down the words she hears in the street or while she rides a bike and hears the wind whispering through her hair.

Do you also go and keep the diary about what people say? Do you go and collect emotions that people lose here and there?

No, I don't. I think nobody really does except Alabama Otis. She's been living in this little town near the ocean. It is Summer beginning in Australia and New Zealand now. And she loves Summer, because it is the time when people keep spreading their emotions, take off the clothes they don't need anymore and become lighthearted like birds.
And mostly it is not even about clothes or emotions, it is all about our attitudes. Anyways, we all know it is all in our heads.
Don't we, Rebekka?

Whatever you might be doing in your little German city and no matter how far you might be from Alabama Otis and her warm oceanic home, remember to be free and sweet, ok? Not that sugar-honey-oversweetened but the sweet like natural fruits can be, having sparkles in your eyes and ride your bike with your hair loose on your shoulders and letting the wind to curl it up even more.
Summer will be back from Australia soon.

...

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Canção do Mar


While listening to Sara Tavares and Dulce Pontes, I think to myself - what if my grandmother would have been Brazilian. I'd had a dark skin, green eyes and much curlier hair than I have now. And I would go to the Ocean everyday. I would have been most crazy Brazilian girl ever.
Then I would buy a ranch and have horses, cows, everything on my own. And my grandmother would call me: Luara, or maybe Selena... or Dulce :))

I would have voice like Dulce Pontes and ocean would embrace me with love... Brazilian grandma, why don't you call & say: 'My baby girl, come on over and take care of me'. I would not think twice, take my black suitcase, green rucksack and dash over the ocean, I really would. You just call.