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To whoever will receive this message:
We truly live in Strange Times...
Time slips away. Three long years have passed since the death of the Big Chameleon, three long years since its music left this ground...for second time. Another three long years of solitude stranded in this lonely island, lost in my thoughts and with the eternal echoes of its music reverberating in my mind.
The wind brings distant echoes from another islands, from other worlds where forests are greener and where the sky shines brighter. Another land where the air which is breathed has another scent. Another beaches where waves brake with a different harmony and where the sand has a different texture and colour. I have thought many times of leaving this lonely land, to embark myself on a trip towards new horizons, where the Sun shines with a different shade and where the rain drops make a different music when falling. I have thought many times about leaving this loney island and let the echoes of the Big Chameleon fade away forever.
But something I can´t grab makes me stay here; i am anchored forever in this lonely island where the white sands of this infinite beach cover the landscape beyond my sight. A sweet melancholy invades me each time the wind brings echoes of the music from the Big Chameleon; a sadness I strangely feel myself comfortable with; a peace of mind splashes every corner of my mind everytime a wave breaks on this shore. Now I am aware that the music from the Big Chameleon will live forever inside of me. This is why I have made my mind up so as to never leave this land. No departure will tear me apart from this eternal melody.
I will always be stranded between this sheer cliff and this endless ocean, eternally shipwrecked in this lonely island which now I call home. A Soul in Isolation who will feed the flame against storms and winters, a flame which does not deserve to sink into obscurity.
And when time finally carves my decrepit body, when my days helplessly come to an end, I will still be here, at the top of this Hill. Still astonished by the marvelous View I was never able to go away from, I will hope the Big Chameleon will embrace me in the afterlife. Another life, where the echoes of this View from a Hill will forever reverberate in my mind.
Best regards to those who visit this lonely island.
Antonio
Message in a bottle thrown somewhere in the northern coasts of Spain on February of 2006.
Web Site created on December of 2000 by Antonio.
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