LIFE OF LONGING, LIVED IN THE MOMENT AND
WITH SPECIAL AFFECTIONS
I like this sensation.
What part of the brain is stimulated or
excited?
AA Flight to BOG. Seat 5H
Two glasses of Australian White wine (Verdelho)
Just watched La Strada directed by Fellini
Anthony Quinn as the young vagabond
Excellent acting by the lead actors.
A movie like this makes you feel fine
knowing that you are alive and that you have lived
Listening to Cesaria Evora
Her album Voz D’Amor which contains the
song Beijo Roubado
Which I dedicate to a special friend
And thinking of yet another friend who
always made sure I ate well
My life is not about conventions or
following rules
But about Helping Others (that is why I
love Cuba so much where the solidarity reigns supreme)
There is no room for sorrow
There is no room for sadness
At this tender moment
Thinking about a special soul
Whose special day in a few days’ time
I will have a chance to witness.
I can honestly say at this very moment
Very few souls are as content as I am
Thanks for all those who have made it so
I look forward to a sip of wine, while looking
at the mountains surrounding Santa Fe de Bogota
And look for the same boatman to take me to
Santa Rosa de Lima on the Amazon River
Look forward to meeting some ethnologists
at USP, where long time ago Levi-Strauss was a professor
Would the long flight from GRU to AUH, give
me some new friends as well?
Stay at the same hotel for the toothy
welcome of Kerala Muslims? And chat with the same Uber Driver from Trivandrum,
who works in AUH for 17 years all the time separated from his family!
A Jewish reunion at JNB?
Some good friends in CPT?
A special trip to spend a Shabbat with the
Last Jew of Cochin
And to spend some time with a very special
friend from an ancient Christian family who has promised me a south Indian
dinner at the Cochin Yacht Club
At the end of last leg of many flights
would be a little voice
I want to be with you, Let us go together
and take care of Indians together
I wish all of you who are present in my
heart to experience this euphoria
You are not a memory but you are a presence
Memory fades with time
Where is the little girl who once promised
her love in the island of San Cristobal? No longer present and the Memory
forgotten
