To a stranger- letter 5

”They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.” ― Victor Hugo

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It was one of the days without public transport, I had to walk on my way back home from the coffee morning with a friend. It was unusually warm day for this time of the year, despite the cloudy skies, I had my camera with me and the walking was pleasant. Instead of taking the shortcut to my neighborhood, I decided to wander a little and I found myself standing in front of Kallimarmaro stadium/ Greek: Καλλιμάρμαρο, meaning the “beautifully marbled”- the athletic stadium in Athens that hosted the first modern Olympic Games in 1896/. And there he was, dressed in black, with style and male elegance, holding one of those fancy cameras I’d like to have too. He seemed so absorbed in exploring the stadium, carefully choosing what to photograph and I was absorbed by the invisible, yet, so bright, positive energy that surrounded him. The moment he turned around and walked away from the fence of the stadium, the only thing I remember from that moment is his blue, happy eyes. I didn’t find the courage to try and talk to him, I stayed watching him for a little while and then I left.

Dear, blue-eyed stranger, if you ever see this post, know that your eyes made you the most perfect stranger I’ve ever seen. Shame they will remain only a sapphire memory, the brightest memory ever  …

* * * * *

And you, dire soul in broken, sunrise flames,
between white-rock stairs and swan-feathered winds,
you pace over the death of glory and névé,
and savour the warmth in the eyes of a stranger,
holding the last rays of the Olympian lights
and desires, and bitter taste of kismet,
and the screams of the miles and the time difference.

* * * * *

Dire soul in broken, sunrise flames

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© 2013  Broken Sparkles

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10 Responses to “To a stranger- letter 5”

  1. Jamie Dedes Says:

    You are back, Blaga, and with so much grace. This is lovely, wistful, and delightfully you! :-)

    Now you need to write a short-story where-in this mysterious stranger does see your post, seeks you out, and … sparkles (ha!) fly …

    Be well …

  2. Philippa Drake Says:

    What a stunning post! Both prose and verse complement each other wonderfully. Time out for writers block always creates a masterpiece; it’s like the rebirth of the phoenix after being consumed by fire.

  3. David Eric Cummins Says:

    What a wonderful moment and you captured it so perfectly in your words. :)

  4. carpetbeater Says:

    Oh you missed a perfect introductory line in the digital camera age – “may I see please”, and I promise you despite the possible wife and children at home, he would be over the moon. Its happened to me a couple of times and I am no dark blue-eyed perfect stranger!
    – ¤

  5. BUTTERFLIES OF TIME Says:

    wow Blaga! Long time since I saw a pair of blue eyes… This was the perfect meeting too.. You carry an image away, he carries his camera :) Enjoyed this.


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