When the plume tripped on its own thoughts and the words weren’t able to find their spot on the paper, the magic of passion for writing got lost on the afternoon canvas of fog. In that moment, when I struggled detecting the exit from the labyrinth of twisted thoughts, I closed my eyes …
A soft noise slowly but persistently penetrated from the background of various sounds.
And there I was, lying on the sandy gravel of a Caribbean shore and eavesdropping on the palm trees combing their entangled hair in the wind, their massive earrings – coconuts – swaying like ancient copper bells in wobbly cathedrals of the fragrant south. The brine of the turquoise sea was rushing up my nostrils thinning the blood in my brain while the silky waves swung me gently on their foamy curls into the world of dreams.
A plunge into the sea; an endless pallet of colours over the background of the timeless sky blue. If you listen closely, you might hear parrot fish grinding mouthfuls of coral, trunk fish fluttering their fins with an infinite frequency, and eel fish relentlessly squeaking with their wobbly jaws.
The sounds are melting with the endless colouration of fish and glide past me as if in a fairy tale. Like a silhouette of a black manta at the edge of the coral reef where the coral inquisitively watch their stretched out colours in the mirror of the surface.
Intoxicated with the picturesque inspiration I slowly step out of the water onto the rocky shore, heavy drops of water falling off me onto the grainy stretch of sand that is being diligently cleaned by the Coco Beach Bar crew day after day. The wind gently loosening my salty hair, I hesitate for a moment or two surrendering to golden threads of the glowing sun that will soon be swallowed by the sea.
Not far off the shore the fish are slicing through the air when jumping out of water, and white sails are searching for the last favourable winds to take them back ashore.
I throw myself onto a bar stool with my gaze facing west. Latino music sounding in the background, hips of the staff swaying in its rhythms as the ice cold beer seems to find its own way to my salt-covered lips. And while a sip of Amstel Bright is gently sliding down my throat, the tanned bodies take the final bow at the golden sunrays as if striving to capture the impression of the blood red skies with their fragrant pomade.
My feet, cleansed to a polished glow by the gentle sands, are dangling in the air. I feel like God at the summit of mount Olympus. My son Gaber rises slowly up the stairs leading to the bar. Surely, he will walk up many more, but these were his first … and one never forgets the first.
His first wintery summer at the Caribbean shore, I hope many more will follow. The Coco Beach Bar crew have lovingly pampered him and his mom almost every day since our arrival. It’s not easy to meet people of such genuine kindness. I hope they succeed, they’ve done a great job rearranging the bar, the beach and the BBQ.
The birds are slicing through the sky creating a collage of timeless images that are sliding past me. The vision of paradise is slowly melting in front of my eyes. Thank you, Bonaire, thank you and your people, for all the beautiful moments that ease the pain of the everyday monotony. And thank you for the infinite inspiration you left inside me.
See you soon.