.:WHEN THE BLUE ENCOUNTER ORANGE:.

I like to feel cold. All my body respond to this cutting edge moment. I feel alive. There are not so many moments when I can feel it. But still, coldness provoke the impulse to think about my physical sphere. About the atoms of my temple.


Orange

It was early windy morning. Though the day seems to be warm again. One of those when in the morning, breeze chill you down and after few hours you are unwrapping your body from the cottons of your dreams. She was on her way to work. I was accompanying her on this daily route. I knew when she will vanish behind her duties I will have all the time only for myself. We stopped by the coffee shop to get some coffee. We sat outside below the large curtains that were expanding the shadow of the obscured space of the interior. In front of us on the other side of the road there was a church. On its tower the clock was showing the time. Since I remember the time has never changed. It was old broken clock with once fixed time. It was early morning but at that moment it seemed that it is already late afternoon. If it really was then on this crossroad should be already the crowd of pedestrians. But at this moment only we were sitting in front of that coffee shop and next to us the man in black suit and sun glasses. From the other corner of the place the beggar was approaching us.
Look at that man.- I said. - For sure he will come to us and beg for some money. Do you have any change.
She didn't. Nor did I. The beggar came along holding his hand pointing to our table. I put my hand into my jacket to get the phone. He thought that maybe there is some spare money for him. When he saw my phone with disappointment in his eyes he walked away to the man in black suit. The man as well sunk his hand into the pocket of his suit but the thing he got out from there, wasn't enough satisfied for the beggar. The man in the black suit was holding a ball pen showing the beggar that he didn't have anything for him this time as well. Me and her, we started to laugh loudly. Beggar hasn't noticed that. The man in black suit continued his morning coffee. - Not a very good day for some. - she made a notice and we kept on laughing. Finally she added – I know this man. I see him each morning since I arrived here. I usually give him some money. But today as you can see there is nothing left in the pockets for this old man. - Well, if he looked on that clock on the church he would know that it is already afternoon and maybe he could go to the tea shop and stay with a glass of hot tea watching the passing crowd or this endless action movies. - Right, and then I could just end up my work day and have a lunch with you. - Actually why can't we do it right now. Just look at that clock and imagine you are done for today and then we can just go for a walk or take taxi to the sea shore. Would be pleasant. Don't you think so? She sipped her coffee and said nothing. She turned her head towards me and smiled. - Let's just imagine that the time is a predictive conception of our needs. I still have some things to be done between now and the time on the tower but can easily skip them for you. - I added. - Then from this morning coffee we can just jump directly into the restaurant for a dinner. Would be awesome to eat this huge meal just now after the breakfast. - You are completely crazy. She nodded laughing - And then after we could have a tea and with our packed rucksacks, just catch the bus to the mountains. It doesn't look like raining today. We could have a nice picnic on the other side of the city in that amazing place with waterfalls that yesterday someone mentioned during the supper. And then we could just make love somewhere on the grass below the most beautiful olive tree that we could find. Later make fire and warm our bodies from the evening coldness. - Oh, I love your vision but now I just have to pay for a coffee and follow to work. -Leave it to me. I stay here watching this broken hour of our dreams. I sit and imagine what I could do if only this time would be real. Have a nice day and see you later, when this watch will be right also for you. - Ciao, amigo. She kissed me and then left. I was sitting next to the man in black suit, finishing my coffee and smoking cigarette. There was no one who lived in the time of the tower's watch except me. Or maybe all those people they knew that and only I was the only one, naive enough to believe that it is a morning. I didn't know. I was flying on the wings of my imagination to the places where even the man in the black suit had no entrance.




Blue

On the other side there are nine houses. Some people live there. I don't know them. I have no eager to get known them. I know that they are there, only few hundred meters in front of the house where I stay. Still this surface that borders us from each other. This world of uncrossed feelings and emotions. They live there on the other shore. I stay here under protection of sun and stars. I watch them during the pitch black nights. They shine and I can reflect in them. In front of me there is a mountain that separate two dimensional parallel worlds. On the left side there is a hellish night. There are demons. There is a place where all the dreams end up. This mountain in front is a border between your life and your dream. On the right side you can see the blossom flowers of the Sun. Bluish endless fields of white powder. I sit in the middle with one of my legs blocked fully on the left and my other freely playing on the right. I am divided like this landscape by this mountain and those nine houses below her.



When the blue encounter orange

We, the homeless encounters at the end of the world. We, who are expelled from our houses for continuously run into the sun. We are here and there is no one around who could hold us tight when we are upset, when we need warmness. We stay here, in the icy air. We breath with no hope for resurrection. We try to adapt our souls to the surrounding agnosia of thoughts. We burn ourselves on the flames of not compatible empathy. We, the shells of our previous mismatching form. Our feelings had been laughed, our emotions insulted, our thoughts rejected, our smiles converted into the line of the horizon. There are no eyes who could handle our enthusiasm. There are no words which could examine our visions. There are no more visions any more in this world of shadows. Life has changed into the clicking minutes of desolation. Even despair has left this condemned place. And we are still here. Both of us covered in the thoughts of orange that never enlightens its beauty in this wintry world.


Orange – second act

After she has left I felt dizzy. I forgot about the tower and the clock. There was no more need to pass the future. The time on the old church was nothing else than illusion. The man in a black suit packed his papers and walked away. I followed him with my gaze to a taxi. The street started to be alive again. I sighted fully covered women with their goods brought to the market. I observed children walking to the nearby school. Regular morning in this city. In about half an hour I was supposed to meet with my friend to have the second coffee of a day. I have never met him. No one knew where Ale has disappeared. And he really did. He vanished from the world. After few weeks we didn't talk about it any more. He had been with us before. Now he wasn't. There was no point to speculate what has happened. I lost my companion for a second morning coffee. Since that day I used to drink the second one in the same coffee shop where I used to take my first one with Julia. Sometimes I watched the clock on the tower thinking about him. I thought that maybe during that morning when I was talking about this blocking time clock, maybe that was true. Maybe Ale knew that and took that cab to the sea shore. Maybe he went to swim in the sea and never came back on the sand again. Maybe he caught the bus and went into the mountains. Maybe he had never existed and we all had had just hallucinations. Maybe Ale was my friend that I was missing during the early noon hours. But others they also knew him. Maybe he was a friend of all. And maybe one day he decided to choose his own way and follow the feelings that he had never shared with us. Maybe he left because it was his time. Not the one from the church, but his own personal life time. I had those thoughts spending next mornings in the coffee. One day the same beggar came to me and I offered him a coffee. He sat by my side. I took the pocket of cigarettes and handed him one. We smoked and drunk coffee. He never said a word. He was just sitting next to me smiling and savoring the taste of espresso. He smoked slowly. He knew how to appreciate the moment. I admired him for that. He puffed into the air and watched the smoke that was merging with the bluish sky.


Blue – the hour of passing life

The clock is ticking constantly without a single second of doubt. The bird is singing the only song that he had ever heard. Seven tunes in which two are low and five extremely high. He sings this song continuously, that at one moment it becomes infinite, borderless.




When the blue encounter orange – the song of freedom

When the blue encounter orange there is nothing else except amusement growing highly in theirs colors.


Epilog – where all the main characters dies and the world can be again a place of unbroken brunches