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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Happy To Be On an Island in the Sun

Summer is in full swing. Family and friends are home on holidays. Sunshine prevails every single hour of the day. The few shy clouds are mere props in the theater of the sky. The sea beckons to us all to enjoy the amity of each other and escape the heat of the day. Children and adults play together, splashing in water, enjoying the undulation of the sea after the passage of a lazy wave, magical instants preserved in time, burned forever in memory.



I close the door of the air conditioned office behind me. It’s barely 2:00 PM and I’m the last to leave. I shed my shirt, throw it in the back, steer my car toward the highway leading to the beach. A primal instinct swells within, urging me to return to the sea, whence we came and forever long to return. I search for and find the old cassette tape I’ve played a hundred times. It’s the first song on Side B. I turn off the AC, roll down the windows and let the wind and the music unfetter my hair and spirit.

Sitting in the sun waiting for a seniorita to show
Guitars playing melodies from Spain and Mexico
Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to each and every one
Happy to be on an island in the sun

Mothers with their children waiting in the cool of the shade
And thirsty people coming from the fields to drink tea and lemonade
An old man yawning, his day’s coming, his working day’s done
He’s happy to be on an island in the sun

All the stars come out and shine so bright
It’s so romantic to be in that moon lit paradise
Love is going to shine a welcoming light when I’m
Looking to the eyes of the seniorita tonight

Sitting in the sun waiting for a seniorita to show
Guitars playing melodies from Spain and Mexico
Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to each and every one
Happy to be on an island in the sun…
Happy to be on an island in the sun…


Demis Roussos takes me away to an exotic island, hardly 10 minutes out of Tartous.

I drop my pants even before the engine is brought to a silence (you guessed it, I don’t play hard to get at all). I reach for my shorts and perform the 30 second transformation act (in a car not in a telephone booth though). It’s still almost as easy as last year, or the years before.



A mirage dances on the golden sands enticing me to absorb the beauty of female bodies laid out in the sun to tan, but not just yet. I’m not seeking creatures of the land. My heart is set only for my siren luring me to plunge into the endless blue in search of her. I offer myself and plead the sea to accept me, to take me as I am. I come up from my ritual first dive of the day to breathe. How I envy the wild beasts of the sea for staying longer, much longer, for diving deeper much deeper toward the endless abyss underneath. I float in the womb of all life, cherishing my simple moments of absolute loneliness.

Soon enough I join the pack. Amid laughter and jubilation, they all want to know where did I come from, when did I arrive.

I have always been here… by the sea. There had never been any other place for me.


Demis Roussos was born on June 15, 1946 in the city of Alexandria, Egypt of Greek extraction. I have uploaded this beautiful song “Happy to Be on an Island in the Sun” for you to download and enjoy. Please do!

12 comments:

Ascribo said...

Are you teasing me Abufares!!!

Last post the food, and now the sea!
I can take no more!

Am I feeling happy? yes. For being on an island? yes again (it's a big island, ain't it?)...But in the sun!!! Not at all

I remember myself saying that I miss Family, friends, and food. AND YES! I really miss the sea! My own Tartoussi sea!

The photo of the sky is really superb. It looks almost the same as my own profile photo. Same place, Same sky!

The song is charming as well. I really enjoyed it.

I have to stay far from the sea for this summer, at least. But I have to realise that I can't make an omelette without breaking eggs...

You really give "creative writing" a new meaning every post..
Many thanks

I love Munich said...

How very beautifully you describe the scenes - while reading I had the feeling I was right there! I could literally smell the sea, feel the sun and wind .. MAGIC!
The song is lovely as well ... I know Demis Roussos and his songs since my childhood already! It all made me feel a bit melancholic ... how MUCH I miss the sea!!
Fantastic post Abufares ... simply beautiful!

Sam... said...

Nice Post,

Thanks for the Song, Really Nice one...

Enjoy your time..

abufares said...

Ascribo

You know how wonderful it is to enjoy the sea even in the dead of winter. Once you come back, get yourself a wetsuit and whenever you have the time, join me for an afternoon at the SEA.

abufares said...

Karin

My first definition of any place is with or without sea.
I can visit and enjoy a few days away, but after a while, I really start getting uneasy.
Whenever I'm returning home, the winds bring me the smell of the sea long before my other senses awaken. Then, the tip of my tongue tastes the salt in the air. And, as I approach from over the last hill I get my first glimpse of the wide open vastness. I drive by, and if I'm lucky, I hear the breakers crashing on the shore. I have only to feel it then. At times, I have to wait quiet a while to finalize my resurrection, to complete my baptism. I am not back until I'm swimming again.

abufares said...

Sam

Thank you for commenting, for reading my thoughts and for listening to the song.
I practically grew up with Demis Roussos. I have known most of his songs before comprehending any of his strange English.
I have always carried this tape with me, always.

I love Munich said...

P.S.: What has come to my mind was as well Harry Belafonte's "Oh island in the sun" .. which I absolutely love! Harry Belafonte was born on March 1st, 1927 in Harlem, N.Y. - I find his music fantastic!
Here are the lyrics ...

This is my island in the sun
where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
her shores will always be home to me

Oh island in the sun
built to me by my fathers hand
all my days I will sing in praise
of your forest waters
your shining sand

As morning breaks
the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
sun comes down with a burning glow
mingles my sweat with the earthly
low

Oh island in the sun
built to me by my fathers hand
all my days I will sing in praise
of your forest waters
your shining sand

Solo

I see woman on bended knee
cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water-side
casting nets at the surfing tide

Oh island in the sun
built to me by my fathers hand
all my days I will sing in praise
of your forest waters
your shining sand

I hope the day will never come
that I cant awake to the sound of drum
never let me miss carnaval
with calypso songs philosophical.

Oh island in the sun
built to me by my fathers hand
all my days I will sing in praise
of your forest waters
your shining sand

abufares said...

Oh karin
This is such a beautiful song. I just downloaded it and heard it for the first time.
Thank you for letting me on it.

Abu Kareem said...

Abu Fares,

You did it again. After reading your post I am longing for the warm deep blue mediterranean sky to lift my spirit and counter the coldness of the steely blue sky of these Northern climes.

And the pretty seniorita, a Tartousi?

I love Munich said...

My pleasure Abufares - any time! Never heard it? I LOVE the songs of Harry Belafonte, the calypso-rhythms, his hoarse voice - JUST GREAT!

abufares said...

Abu Kareem

The pretty seniorita's ass, if i'm not mistaken, belongs to Lindsay Lohan.
I know what you mean when you say you miss our sea. I miss it if I go to Damascus for a few days, so I can well imagine your condition.
Thank you for dropping by Abu Kareem & remember that I expect you to let me know when you're coming so that we can have lunch or dinner together.

abufares said...

Indeed Karin
It was the first time for me.
I loved it nonetheless.