For the girl on the photograph .1st

As pure as a falling drop of rain. As innocent as a beautiful sad child lost in a cold winter night. As profound as a vast blue ocean. As sad as a late night goodbye, and as joyful as a perfume of rain when it falls on some big city square. This is the way I see you, as a blind man, who doesn’t see nothing but the truth of his existence.

You came and left, just like a freezing wind when it breaths on someone’s face. It makes him feel like drunk, and wakes him up in a sudden way… and gone with a wonderful souvenir of magic left behind.

 I don’t know how, I felt that there’s a writer hidden somewhere inside you. Someone who brings his own suffering into happy moments, others enjoy, with greed and selfishness. Someone who keeps making some invisible sacrifices, no one but you can see. I don’t know how I felt that you’re ready to give more & more without waiting for something in return.

 When I saw your nails and touched them, I knew for certain, that you’re a person made for endless winters, who sinks deeply into words and their magic. A person who changes tears into beauty. A little beautiful child who makes me laugh on her nails. I’m sorry to tell you that. But it’s true, they are made to write, to translate pain, to understand others and give them hope to keep fight and fight till the end.

 I’m sorry to make you cry, to make you feel what you are running away from. I’m sorry to push you into weakness you hate so much. And I’m sorry to share with you a heavy burden on my back that made me also cry. Do you see now, little innocent girl, with weird nails, how sudden we look almost the same? You may ask pink Floyd or Julia Botros or anyone in real Madrid football club!! But don’t show them your nails!!! Just kidding, little crazy child.

 I left the daylight, and let myself sunk into the dark and the cold of those lonely nights, because simply it’s me. Like a midnight train screaming its loneliness to the emptiness, and doesn’t remember its last station or the last traveller faded away… A midnight train just leaving without saying a word of goodbye.

 But…

 In our darkest moments, when we lose vision, when all the masks around us fall down, when everybody leave us with a pale smile. Only a little unknown detail shows up in a sudden way, and leads us to a safe place… We smile at the end, and we discover lately that happiness is not a big thing…or a very high mountain we should climb. It’s just a warm smile, a lovely kind word, we’ve ignored in our deep dusty hearts, we give to someone.

 Girl on the photograph, Just keep loving what you do. Keep writing and make your dreams bigger and bigger. With great gifts come great responsibilities.

 Sorry then to make you feel bad and let your tears come out. We are equal, you also saw mine beautiful innocent child.

By Tawfik Baba. Café Jour & Nuit. Ouarzazate. Morocco