While most of my attention of late has been focused on leaving the country, there is this interesting ongoing subplot in my life, namely a Moroccan guy I met online last fall. Despite enormous physical distance, A. has become someone I care about very much. We've talked about everything from Moroccan history to religion to musical preferences...
This week he sent me an original piano composition (4:31 in length) that I listened to over and over at the office. It's a beautiful, haunting melody and a precious gift from his heart. (If anyone reading wants to hear it, email me.) A. is a teacher in a rural community called Sidi Rahal and plays in a band in his spare time. (And he knows way more about American and world music than I do! He introduced me to a band called Keane last fall that I now listen to every week.)
He calls me his muse, and why not? In his dreams I can be whoever he wants me to be. I know I will never meet this poetic soul with a gentle heart and inquiring mind, but I am nonetheless grateful for the gifts of conversation, music, and French phrases he has added to my life. (Merci, mon cherie!)
Well, at least you'll still be able to keep in contact with him when you go, since I assume you'll have periodic internet access.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'd like to hear the song.
Indeed. My internet access will be pretty regular in Managua--but definitely limited when I travel outside the capital.
ReplyDeleteThe song will be in your email box in the next 24 hours or so. : )
okay, i'm hooked too. i gotta hear the song. please forward.
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