Graying, deepley tanned and rather dry man with pilote sunglasses, a metal plate with his name and blood type hanging at his chest, wearing combat shorts and sailing shoes kisses the air above T's hand and continues to converse in spanish.
His, graying dog, female named "hombre" and "Thou" barked her own greetings in esperanto to each of the four passengers and the tin boat pushed away from the shore jumping from wave to wave like an old dolphin vibrating all the while.
I felt it was an apropriate occasion to change into just bought blue silk gown. Turned out far too transparent and rather Un-modestly, and romantically mostly gone with the wind.
We arrived at the tiny island which I doubt reached 100 meter diameter, never the less an island quite independently standing with abundant circumference of sea around it. The water closer to its shore was marvelously transparent torquize.
"Well come home" proudly announced Steve.
On the little island there was much dust, dry grass and a shiny sweaty bunch of workers beavering away topless. Buzzing up a quizzical look as would a domestic beast on pasture, silently and in unison workers looked up, wondering to how Steve and Z managed, to land young women to the rock, than resumed to stretch black hot gue across the floor of what from the out side appeared to be a stone, domestic beast stable.
"Yuppee" Exclaimed Steeve" This dear friends is the sea house " puling us into the void interior" For moments when one feels like stying next to the sea! Correct! And this is the cinema!The sea kitchen. Correct! Now look at this window, here you shower and watch the marvelous sun setting into the sea . Yuppie."
We sashayed like a bunch of indians across the territory following our tribal chief who walks as proudly as if he where wearing a crown of feathers. New catching our gaze builders send us nods, which Steeve answers with explanation " we are all artists, the ladies are painters, oh how I do hate artists, so bloodey ego entric, theatrical, over emotional, melodramatic. Than proceeds to explain to us that he doesn't really do anything here. Just watches the buildes work together with ombre, and dances to the sound to the cement mixer.
There where 4 sheep here before me on the island . As you see there are no plants left. They ate everything. They lived here for the last 50 years and will never again until i die.
The walk from the sea house to the top of the hill was two mintues long and the top of the hill was a lighthouse. Ower the door it was written built in 1827.
We pased from the north to the south of the lighthouse, and appeared on a circular terrace. "This dear friends is the best part. The celestial platfom for watching the sun rise out of the sea in the east and watching it set in the sea in the west, one may follow suns route from here all day. "
Having walked far too many rooms contained in the light house and imagined all the showers in which one may shower also folowing the journey of the sun which are to be built. Steeve took us to his actual lodgings. A mosquito net in a stone shed outside beneath the fig tree. Quite indiana jones. Hombres basket positioned close. We sat. He pointed to the most handsome of the builders like a proud collector offering him to us in case we might hunger for younger meats than seated us and explained that the stone circle is to be the at laboratory. The whole thing will be dome shaped and will open to the sky at a touch of a button so one may paint inder the stars or sun. " Well the point is it is so beautiful here its impossible to paint anything ugly. Correct! And that was my plan Yuppie!
Z whispered in giggles how steeves original plan was to build a heli pad, but than having thought aobut it a little realised he actualy has no friends who own a helicopter.
"When Russians tie their boats to my island, I put on the rest of my old swiss army uniform, and a Croatian captains cap, start counting the moments they are allowed to remain tied before I shoot at them. The threat always seems to work. Hilarious how people are so ready to believe what they see. "
Hombre started barking agressivley at Steve who for the fifth time obediently put his now bare foot down which the little mustached dog pounced and proceeded to hump with no lack of enthusiasm. "Ah " steeve sighed half embaressed half proud" Well at least she only ever does it to me, not to strangers. It is how I clean my shoes when I have them on."
He took a sip of vine and begun with " Now what did i want to tell you?.. Oh why and how became an artist, despite the fact i knew artist mostley live in utter and horriffic misery. Well i just did not want to work.
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