It’s like a prolonged orgasm but at a more metaphysical level,
in a sentimental dimension. It transcends social status, age,
sex, culture, language, time.. A pleasure difficult to describe
because it cannot be touched or quantified. Elaborate memories
are triggered by it. The first idea is the purest and most
original – “for the intellect can err, but the sentiment never”.
Coming purely from the heart to touch the hearts of others, in a
subtle dimension of emotion, music is the international language
of love. A musical moment suspended in space and time, like a
water bubble floating in the air, swaying gently with the spring
breeze, or like the breath and smell of the fresh early morning
due, or a fragile leaf fluttering in the wind and into oblivion…
A colourful butterfly so delicate in its beauty gracefully kissing
from one flower to the next, or catching sight of a shooting star
in a clear sky on a Greek island in the summer night, sitting on a
rock on the sea shore, the small town’s lights faded in the background
distance, can hear vague voices of people partying in the taverns,
yet you are sitting privately with someone you’d met the previous day,
and you feel like in this privacy and isolation – though any nearby
beach walker can see you – the entire sea and sky and stars are yours
and your lovers alone. The relentless sea waves crushing on the rock
and sand during the day, calm down in the night, and give way to mystery.


Swimming in the sea at night in Santorini with the newly acquainted cute
neighbours that we’d just met was a feeling filled with ecstasy. “Let’s
see who can go further” she challenged. We swam in the black water until
it felt like we were in the middle of the sea – for we were getting close
to some fishermen’s boats that were anchored and now you could hear the
sounds of the movement of the small boats as the waves waltzed them while
they were fixed in their position. A feeling of eeriness mixed with
excitement filled my senses. You are completely vulnerable to any sea
creature or the pulling of the tide. Hawy and the other girl were also
in the water but stayed close by the beach. Yet at that moment Mariella
and I found ourselves floating on our backs, holding hands and gazing at
the stars and the moon which lit the sky. With our ears submerged in water
we couldn’t hear any of the outside noises, just the sound of the undersea.
We just gave ourselves in completely to the movement of the water, the tiny
waves embracing us and carrying us wherever… Now we felt one with the sea
and its creatures, with the stars and the moon and with each other. The
feeling was so pure and uncorrupted that we resembled innocent children. I
felt no fear at all at that moment and felt that I could have stayed
suspended like that – while everything else is placed on-hold - forever. I
did not care to miss out on the parties in the town across the street from
the beach. In fact I did not care to miss out on anything going on in the
rest of the world. The whole world was here in that moment in that night.
I was so much at peace with my surroundings - a feeling of confidence and
comfort in this serenity.


I remember her soft skin and young luscious flesh when she first took off
her clothes to swim in her underwear. She looked sexier with her hair
wet. I remarked to myself then how much hair can influence a person’s
looks. When we first jumped in and were frolicking in the water that night
she would give those happy screams mixed with careless laughter outbursts,
then I would splash her and swim away a little, she would try to get me and
so on – all in the pitch black water. “I am not afraid of anything” she said.