publicado por Mag às 2014-07-21 00:15:17
I could tell you all about the smell of the sea. But what's the point, if you are not here, feeling it? Nothing I could say would be a fair description of it. It's so...intense. Even with all the windows shut I can still smell it's fragrance. It's a mixture of fish, salt and sand. There's something else in it, although I can just define it as magic.
You know that feeling you get when something reminds you of home? Like your heart is pleading to be set free and you can't find your breath, and you want to smile but tears fill your eyes and you tremble: it's quick but you feel all your body: you realise you have 10 toes and that your knee is not as good as it used to be and you actually feel all the vertebrae contracting and relaxing. Suddenly a knot forms in your throat and your lungs...gosh, your lungs are aching for air, that same air you used to breathe when you were nine and entered home and saw your mom in the kitchen smiling at you while cooking dinner. Those times are long gone but your brain keeps throwing memories at you, one and then another and you wish you could just go back and feel those things over again...It's this nostalgia I feel when I smell the sea. It's this what you're missing, this perfume of a past life. Sometimes another type of magic happens and I can feel the whole weight of humanity, all the History, all the lifes lost and the ones to become. There's nothing greater that this, nothing more powerful and beautiful.
And as I inhale and exhale the fastest I can, to feel this scent of salt, fish, sand, algae and wind altogether, so I can reminisce the good ol'days, I realize that there's noting I can do to make you feel what I'm feeling, that this description is useless, that all the words that exist are not enough and that I would better be quiet and enjoy it by myself, hopping that one day you can comprehend this by yourself.