Mississauga Writers Group
March 2015
Heart to Heart
Him
By: Maria Cecilia Nicu
The Cycle: “Songs”
Columnist for Romanian newspaper
“Observatorul”. Writer of novels,
short stories and poetry.
“Fall is a state of mind if you asked me. It could be a low
budget idea wandering around neighbourhood to watch the
rainbow colours of leafs or it could be a high cost of traveling
an universal space scrabbling original reflections directly on an
open sky and avoiding that “deja vu” of regrets – when the
horizon comes too close.”
Only he can have such casual way of opening a novel. When he
writes he lets his imagination jump around almost childishly and the
words blend thoughts the way you can or can not understand, but
you’re tempted to ransack all those ideas he offers or just accept
them. The bookshop is packed as I expected to be…he’s signing and
of course isn’t looking at anyone.
“My name is Anne”…and I wish I could see her face - she’s a red
haired short girl, woman - who knows - anxious to get his autograph
and see his eyes.
No chance…for him showing his hair it’s enough, my dear, I know
better!
“You never change” –he says – how he knew it’s me? He couldn’t
feel it, it didn’t happen for such a long time…”You look like you
forgot to age - it’s true”. His eyes are still blue, but the red hair girl
would be surprised of their opacity…not me!
“It could be possible that I’m blind also but objectively said you’re a
fabulous illusion, a fairy tale princess” and he didn’t even blink
being stupid, as usual he makes literature…his way to hide himself
and he doesn’t care if you get tired rummage all over for real him.
“You’d never use another perfume, would you?”
He asked with a calmed voice but with that raspy tone I knew and
I’m pretty sure he still smokes too much, he still drinks too much
and he’s still too slim and tall, but something is missing though – he
is a snap-shot of a dead eyed photographer. Life in a cage, I could
say a prison mist or maybe a fall over, that kind we all try to
avoid…it gives him a spectral appearance and I don’t like it.