Lanzarote - a different lovestory
Speak of me, the beginning and your desire. Speak the unspeakable, find the word that captures everything. Recognize the colours in the deep black. Remember the first impulses for your coming and staying, the first confrontation with my presence, the immediateness and directness and your tears of movement. Speak also of the severity, the old skin, of the fire and the heat, of the deepest knowledge. When you speak about me, don’t forget the beauty that lies in the smallest detail, tell about Atlantis and your dream of women power.
Tell about me, who does not compromise, about the clear yes’s and no’s. Find the word in your language that unites both relentlessness and love, if you want to define me, who is old and young at the same time. Tell everyone that nearness and strangeness stem from the same source, each, however, in their own time. Tell also about your desire, the joy, the firmness and the efforts to meet me – „To be finally at home!“. Do not conceal the challenges that you set for yourselves to create spaces for women on my back, Lomo de la Cruz, and also celebrate your disappointments, for they are your victories. Do not hesitate to show your pride of having it made. You deserve it. Enjoy the abundance and when you share, it will grow.
And it is the power of the dragon, it is love and we love her, and her name is Lanzarote and she is a strong sister of the seven Canarian Islands. And we speak about how we dared to appear unintentionally in front of a mighty ruin – with thirteen rooms and with dignity and Grandezza even in her dilapitated state – to complete an inconsiderate purchase that made us „stone-rich“ in the truest sense of the word. And there were thousands of them lying on our road, and each wanted to be noticed and moved to return beauty and power to the house of Medusa.
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