Mama always looked at us as if we were suspects of
some murder in those icy mornings of December. Although the stony beach was
right beyond our feet she wouldn’t let us run into the sand and take a walk for
a change. French beaches were different. I was the daughter of Madame Claire
and still I had never seen the beach. I had never seen those cold waters that
could ruffle the hottest days of summer.
We did it anyway. We broke the rules and went on in
circles, with our arms wide open singing to the wind and feeling the silky sand
embracing our toes.
I almost cried of happiness. It was a strange feeling that
Mama Claire would never understand. She was always saying that it was unsafe,
harmful and venturesome. We liked adventures. I was the only daughter, so I
looked at the sky and started pointing at the creamy clouds. They were almost
like a dazzling pink that was stolen from a beautiful medieval dress.
My brothers were there in the distance of a wave that
dragged them to the end of the sand line. I couldn’t breathe with the strong
smell. It was a zesty maritime fragrance that burned the skin with pleasure.
That was freedom. That was something infinite and tasty. It came to my mind
those incredibly refreshing cones of strawberry ice cream that
we used to buy in the village.
As the wind would come and go, my eyes started
trembling and I couldn’t help crying. I felt like a child sobbing endlessly as
if it that moment could disappear forever and I would be back to the house. To
the disturbing presence of my mother.
As I looked to my right side I watched them running
and playing around in the rocks, dragging their fingers and writing words of
wonder in the yummy land.
I waved them and got closer and closer to the fresh
waters. Some music was playing in my ears. I didn’t know which one was. It was
a soft sound of a piano. Some I had listened a really long time ago. I felt
sad. The melancholy took hold of me and I felt a lonesome on earth. I was no
longer the same person. I wasn’t a child anymore. My hair had grown up and my
body was changing.
I was a fearless lady dancing in the moonlight.
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