Sista brevet

Det var oerhört finstämt med både tal och musik och nedläggning av blommor till Izikaels minne igår i kyrkan vid Ishotellet. Jag väljer att lägga ut det brev till en vän som Medora läste upp och som ändå är så ljust på något sätt.

Medora Chevalier: It was too soon to loose our great friend
We had so much more to say so I wrote her a last letter

Last letter to my friend - for Izi

Dearest Izi,
Did you suspect my friend? So soon?
We had much more to say,
And so much more to share!
I must believe we have another day!

So many times we started up
A little chat, an IM
And it went on for hours
Into the night!
Especially (let’s be honest)
When you were missing HIM

But best, I liked it when
At Caribbana, we would sit
Beside the crackling fire
And hear the murmuring sea
And watch the sunset
Or the circling stars
And talk of dreams we had
Of hopes and fears, of you and me.

Then we had wild times!
We danced with dragons, raced with snails
And flew on magic carpets.
That night when drunk on strange music
We danced like maenads
In the mists of Templum
Flaunting all our pale beauty!
When we, half deities,
Mocked the feeble mortals who approached
That they would turn to ash if they came near!

And, you just reminded me the other day,
That evening, when beautiful in sunset
We danced as ocean nymphs
Naked in fluorescent seas
Within the surging tides of Crucible
Turning our graceful arms up skywards
While the seas sang in our hearts and on our thighs.

Oh Izi, did you have a sense
Of these dark moments now
When you ran to create lovely gifts
The M you made me, “one of a kind”
That graced my throat and waist
Making me queen?
Take your time I said, but you insisted
And with these lovely things you gifted.

You, artist, lovely sister
Soul sister, all lives friend
Angel twin!
You named me angel
You are one true,
Sometimes tormented
By the sense of burden
Drawn from other life.
I spoke the Universal Pardon
Three times – true magic.
Still you doubted.
Now darling, darling sister
Sweetest ,kindest friend
You are free, you are free, you are free.
Fly high! fly far! fly beautifully!
You are free, you are free, you are free!

Tack Jesper och Ewa för inbjudan till den så fint annordnade minnesstunden för Izikaels vänner.


Apmel satt en lång stund ensam igår vid Izikaels galleri. Tack för minnena Izi!