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Velaa Private Island by ADR
A Maldives resort comprising 45 private villas.
I remember you; I work on it every day. You are a holograph I project from my third eye. Sometimes you sit in front on me, some of the wood from the chair is still visible. You don’t say anything, if a word comes out of your mouth it is covered in my voice and you know how that hurts me. If I start crying you look serious and then you say -lets go back to the ocean, -I am hungry, -I don’t want to see you crying.
I start saying: remember this, remember that, remember the fire. Remember the two black men that came after us that black night while we were trying to burn a tree. The whole day smelled of salt and you got so scared. And then I said –And then you said “It is better if we are a little scare”
Your little shower was covered in white stones and the light, it entered the room theatrically, white over white. Isn’t it funny how I don’t really know if you were there with me? Why did you have that vase inside the shower? It was so heavy. I wonder about your towel full of holes, how you hold it in front of your face between your two hands, almost transparent, like a ghost.
You bought chocolates –they are healthy, we shouldn’t eat anything else. We went to sell them and the lady bought a box from you. We kept the second one and ate almost all of them. You gave me a red one that had healing herbs inside even thought I wanted the one with cardamom; I ate it in New York before coming down with a cold. It was February, 2012.