She entered the house finally. We were hiding with our breath hold for a while, so that she wouldn’t doubt what was happening. Her housemates cooked mostly-vegan-foods to put on the table to share. Visitors were sitting inside a room smoking rose-scent cigarettes and drinking Fernet or beer. Everyone gathered when heard the clicking noise of door opening. All watched the door opening, and saw her surprise and her smile blooming on the face. It was a surprise party, a surprise farewell party.

The farewell: the ending moment of one’s stationary, or the beginning moment of others’ yearning. Either way, we celebrated our emotions and the hope that we’d encounter again soon somewhere.

– Can I sing?

Permission was granted as always. So everyone started to grab any instrument around them. Guitar started to tune. Drum started to beat. And girls, yes girls, they put their hands on belly. They were themselves an instrument. Their voice swam ping-ponging between the guitar’s ting and drum’s bock. All of us sank under the water called music. No other one could speak, suffocated by the sirens’ voice that poured into their mouths. Greek mythology warned us to tap the ears not to listen the beauty of sirens’ voice and their chanting. But it was a farewell. Everyone showed up there to dare to sink deep with others.

I thought that love was just a word
They sang about in songs I heard
It took your kisses to reveal
That I was wrong, and love is real
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Every day words
Seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

The water that was pouring into our mouths was alcoholic. No one spit out. We kept drinking and kept singing. What was alcoholic was the song, and the voice. We drank all, and each one was emitting their own voice to emerge with the sirens’ voice. It seemed to turn into love songs. Only I was the one who didn’t know how to follow the words to emit from my mouth. I even didn’t tap my ears. I couldn’t, for it was just of a beautiful voice to hear. So I drank all water in the air. And I fell onto the floor, first among the others. It was one’s ending and the others’ beginning. I murmured goodbye, and then fell asleep.


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