Spontaneous Thoughts: An Aegean Dream…

(Original photo by and property of FBC. Omnia Caelum Studios Valenica. All Rights Reserved)

You see I spend my summers in the Aegean coast, usually in Turkey close to Izmir…

But also on the Aegean Coast of Greece, on one of the Saronic Islands or on one of my favourite of the North Aegean Islands. Not too many tourists there and one can find things that no one else even thinks of.

There is a lot of history in this area of the world. For one, these were the waters that Odysseus sailed upon his return from the Trojan War. Jason also sailed the Aegean in search of the Golden Fleece on his famous ship the Argo…

The sea got its name from King Aegeus, father of Theseus, the founder of Athens, who sailed off to kill the Minotaur, telling his father that if he saw white sails upon his ship as it returned he was alive and successful, but if he saw black sails he had been killed. Theseus killed the Minotaur but forgot to change the sails, so his ship approached Athens with black sails, and his father, in grief, threw himself into the sea and drowned.

So, as I walked along the rocky shores looking into the most crystal-clear waters I have ever seen, I suddenly find myself in front of a boat on dry-dock and I began to wander…

What would I find if I close my eyes to rational reality and sail away on that boat? Can I just let it drift wherever the waters of Poseidon want to lead me? Whose ghost would come aboard and share with me details that historians never knew?

After spending countless hours sailing these ancient waters, talking to ghosts, and being allowed to see visions of antiquity that no one else in this century has seen, would I be allowed to return to reality?

(Photo by and property of FBC. Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia. All Rights Resrerved)

If I could fly…

On the wings of my imagination, naturally, would I find myself lost in the clouds?

In the summer there are very few clouds on the skies above the Aegean Sea on the coastline of Turkey or of Greece,

but there are many seagulls that sometimes make me think they are dreaming…

because there is no horizon, that flat line that cuts across the Earth, there is only sky and only sea, a place to fly and a place to dream…

C.2022, Francis Bravo Cabrera. 01 JUN 2022, Miami Beach, Florida, US

7 Comentarios

  1. jonicaggiano dice:

    This is a beautiful poem and writing. I love the photographs also. Lovely post Francis 🦋❤️🤗

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    1. Thank you so much Joni ♥️😊🙏🏻

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  2. equipsblog dice:

    Would you fly in wings like Icarus, winged sandals like Hermes, Pegasus like Hercules? Lovely poem.

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    1. The winged sandals sound splendid Pat…
      Thank you so much!

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  3. Easymalc dice:

    I was there with you Francesc – only in my mind of course

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    1. It’s quite a place Malc! I am glad you were there! All the best!

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