Summer's evening. In a small room of an old house
there is a window to the sea. Right around the corner an old bed covered with a
white sheet. Opposite, below the large dusty mirror, an old commode. Upon this
an unlit candle. Darkness. A woman, young and beautiful, with white dress, is
lying in bed. Quiet. Ten seconds after the opening scene, a strip moonlight
light the room. Twenty seconds later heard the voice of the narrator.
Narrator: Then, the day showering in the sun on the
sand and the sand was golden summer a wet caress your body. Then you had two
breasts red lips and love in the sunbeams. I remember you were barefoot,
dressed in a smile of immortality. A neat person indivisible. We must remember
the blue skies that remained speechless by your presence damp. Then, the day
and a random check was a touch of eternity.
[Pause for ten seconds. The beautiful woman opens her
eyes. Lift and sits in bed with the person to the public. For a while, silence.
Then the narrator continues the monologue.]
Narrator: Remember too that the words you whisper had
an old fisherman with a white beard? He said he knew a lot. How many had seen
in his life. But nothing like your eyes. Your eyes, said - is like the depths
of the sea. Swayed by the same smile. Deep inside them discover a coral and
dreams of naked lights on. Your eyes, he said, is the very vastness. The blue
horizon.
[The woman hears the words. Lifts her hands. Brings
her face with a gentle motion females. Slightly touches eyes. For a while only.
Then download her hands. It seems that she would like to speak. To speak to an
unknown voice is heard from the sea and caressing her existence. Her lips,
however, seem to refuse. She abandons the effort. She hears again the voice of
the narrator says.]
Narrator: And the young one with strong backs and torn
from the
saltiness lips are mindful of him? He sat for hours on the high rock and
stared with wide eyes, as if you were a miracle. An unexpected summer miracle.
Do you remember what he wrote some afternoon in the sand? Those words do not
wave the sunset never extinguished?
"Love has the shape of your shadow"
[Pause for thirty seconds. The woman gets out of bed.
She walks up and down inside the room. She is barefoot. Her white legs shining
in the moonlight. A smile spread on her lips. Almost stopped in the middle of
the room. She hears again the narrator speaks. Voice of the urge now.]
Narrator: In the dialog going. Stand there, next to
the glass. Look out. What a beautiful moon. What female moon tonight!
[She goes and stands opposite the window. She looks
outside. Scanning the horizon, the vastness of the lonely celestial light. The
voice of the narrator continues, louder now.]
Narrator: Look, look at the moon. It’s brightest from
sunset. The light gild your hair. You know the nights that the glass breaks
sometimes. For more comfortable passing the large silver glimmer of the moon
and bathe your face beautiful.
[Short pause. She continues to look outside. Raises
her left hand and touches the glass with her hand. It touches the glass, as it
touches a person, as you touched the moon. As touching the caresses of lovers.
The narrator speaks again.]
Narrator: You know we all look at you. The moon.
Silence. The shells are still caught in your hair. And with the relentless love
of benevolence. Also, the breath of the sea. The whole world is focused on a
look of admiration on you.
[The young woman suddenly leaves the window. Began
again to come and go in the room. At times, spreads her hands, as if it were to
embrace a child. The voice is heard again.]
Narrator: You know how the world embrace you. The
whole creation in a gentle caress your alabaster chest. Woman's love, woman of
moon’s dreams, everyone would like to know your name. This hidden secret. This
intoxicating secret moonlight.
[Pause twenty seconds. She tries to speak again. This
time the lips open. Still without uttering a single syllable. She then abandons
any attempt to speak. Do what the voice of the states.]
Narrator: The candle. The candle on the nightstand. You must lit it. I
want to see the name I want to come out in the mirror.
[The woman does. She goes to the nightstand, opened
the drawer and removes a box of matches. Light up the candle. Outside the moon
is covered by clouds now. Now, only the light of the candle lights in the
darkness. There is complete silence. The woman standing motionless in front of
the old commode. Higher up above it is hanging a mirror. The woman lifts her
head to confront her idol in the dusty mirror. She sees then formed in the dust
on the mirror a woman's name. And she sees the world with her name: Cloud the
looks and smiles. Opens lips and finally pronounces. Pronounce her name in the
vastness of the small room. Soon the moonlight again invades the room, more
intense now. Now everyone knows. The secret was lost. Outside, the sea is now
calm. The voice is not heard anymore. Now it sounds just the breath of the
woman.]
Yannis Politopoulos