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Sunset
in front of Saint Michel Mount. A lot of caravans rush in front
of it. Not many cars and one tent. I am considering camping in mine.
People with their hands in their pockets walk silent to the shore.
The tide is moving towards. Having seen during the day the huge
sandy extension, you would never say it takes such a little time
for water to cover it. I do not want to leave this place tonight.
For me, this mount has a very special meaning. Somebody close to
me gave me, many years ago, a puzzle and I had to build the mount
Saint-Michel figure. It took me a long time, I lived good moments
while building the figure, discovering its in-and-outs, looking
for the sense of its architecture, imagining its reality. Some years
later, in which happened a lot of things and trying to avoid my
lack of affection, I burnt the puzzle with many other personal properties.
Today I feel that ending changed the puzzle into a mandala for me.
Such a long time trying to build it as good as possible (though
I did it trying to avoid my woeful family situation) and finally
burning it off.
When I was driving in that road and I saw the imposing mount I grew
dumb. Its magnificence impressed me, its hugeness, in spite of knowing
it inch by inch.
Walking those streets, much narrower and more twisted than I could
do in paper, recognising that fortified tower that never fit well
in my puzzle, the mount I confirmed it was finally well constructed…
I am here, in front of Saint-Michel mount. Sun sets an the mount
is being lightened. It moves me. One more stage in my journey. One
step. I know dreams can come true.
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