Iris's blog: "NEVER FORGOTTEN"

Dear friends i will share with u today another "never forgotten" moment, a moment that will remain in my mind for as long as i will live. It was an early morning, 18 october 2007. I was going to work. My work mate was late, as usual so i decided to take bus. As the bus stopped, i couldnt help but notice a man, around 37 with long hair, talking on the phone. I took a sit and started talking on the phone but looking at him from time to time. Sometimes our eyes were crossing but just for few seconds coz no one was daring to watch more. He also talked on the phone all the time. At some point i realised that i have to get down. The man went near the door of the bus, sign that he will also get down. And i couldnt help but thinking that "what wonderful thing it would be if he gets down and helps me also to get down". The bus stopped! The man got down and without even looking behind him, where I was, he raises his hand to help me get down. In the moment i gave my hand to him it was like ........like it was ment to be this way, like i knew him for a life time. He kept holding my hand as we crossed the street and said to me while walking and looking in front "Lets say i would define this gesture by the verb "to like".I like you and i would like to see you again". I was looking into his eyes and thinking that i have never ever seen such beautiful green eyes gazing at me. I was all blushing. I gave him my phone number.... I still have his phone number in my agenda. I will keep it there and it will remind me always of the moment i gave my hand to a complete stranger and i felt safe, so safe as i never felt before, as the whole world was built for that single moment when our hands touched. He gave me his hand to help me get down with such a certain thought that i will accept, as he knew me for a life time. Everytime i pass through that place i remember this moment and i gently smile. It is one of the moments that will never be forgotten. It is one of the small things that makes life so wonderful... HE NEVER CALLED BACK! I never saw him again after that moment but maybe if i would have seen him and know him closely his "gentleman-like manor" would have disappoint me. In this way, i am left with one of the most precious memories when i felt like a lady from Jane Austen's novels!!!

3 MAY 2007 Yesterday, an unexpected call became the reason of a short trip to the sea. Me and my bosses were suppose to get top Constanta, a city on the shore of the Sea, for business matters. Today, we woke up early in the morning, and after a 2 hours and a half drive, we arrived in Constanta. It has been a sunnybut windy day. I could see from the car, the waves crushing on the shore and i was thinking how much i missed my friend....The Sea. After the worked finished, with a crying voice, I asked my 2 bosses to take me to salute my friend.....MAREA (The Sea, in romanian). The Cliff was almost empty. A "NO FILMING" signwas posted right in front of the stairs leading to the Sea. The Old Casino, almost abandoned was still there.....like in my Childhood. My father used to tell stories about men loosing their fortunes in that place and being forced by honour or pride to kill themselves by throwing from the top of the building on the rocks washed by the Sea's indifferent waves. I ignored the "NO FILMING" sign and I started to take pictures. I left my soul to wonder on the Sea's endless blue. A song kept invading my mind ( u find those lyrics on my interests, the old poem), the sun was making my eyes sparkle and the wind was blowing my hair, just like in movies. When i woke up from this dreaming mood, i realised I was alone on the alley, with my bosses far from me, heading for the car. I started to walk a little faster, not to be left behind. On my way to the car, I passed again by The Old Casino. From inside, an old man apeared heading uncertain towards me. Suddently, I remembered the "NO FILMING" sign. i was sure he is about to give me a punishment. When he arrived few steps away from me, he whispered in a french that remembered me of the late 1800 when in the romanian high society was spoken french. "Bon jour", he said. First I ddidnt hear him but I smiled politely. My smile might have give him courage coz he repeated: "Bon jour" 'Buna ziua" (good day - in romanian), i replyed smiling. The air of the Sea and the alley made my soul go back to those times........the end of 1800. I continued to walk but the old man was looking at me smiling and shouted: "I am a painter, citizen of Honour of Constanta". Like hypsotised, I walked towards the man to shake his hand. He introduced himself. "Raluca, i said. I am honoured to talk to a distinguished man liek you." "I still paint. I come here almost every day to the Casino." i raised my hand to shake his. The old painter kissed my hand in a gentleman's way and looking into my eyes with a sparkling look he said: " Allow me to tell you, that you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen." I blushed. I wanted to stay there, by The Sea. The Old Painter wanted to make me a portrait. I had to run, my bosses were waiting for me. He kissed again my hand and told me once again: " You are so beautiful!" The Sea was my witness! She will always remember those words, just like me. The wind will carry those whispers up in the sky so that the Angels can hear them too. A day that will never be forgotten.... The words of an old painter for a mortal soul! SOME LYRICS FROM THE POEM THAT WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED WITH THIS EVENT Thou go'st away and, well I know it, To follow thee must I no more, Thou art for me now lost for ever, My soul's dear bride, whom I adore. My only guilt was that I saw thee, Which I to pardon have no might, Mine arm I'll stretch for ever vainly To expiate my dream of light. Like holy Virgin's purest image In my fond eyes thou will rise now, The brightest crown on forehead bearing, Where dost thou go? When comest thou