INSPIRATION

 

San opened up her eyes; they were glowing like never before. She had the same anticipation that felt the first time she drank that black tea on the Moroccan kiosk, It´s just this time, she knew where the excitation came from, also knew how to control it.

In front of her eyes it was a magazine, yet the magazine itself wasn´t the reason of her happiness. It could be read the word Vogue?, even it sounded familiar to her, she didn´t mind… it was just a word; in front of her was one image, a picture that could tell one and one thousand stories, a picture from the Italian version of the already named magazine, a back number; nine months of delay.San´s grandma always carried on with her, a postcard from her beloved; there wasn´t on it the author, neither name nor date. There was just a blank space on the other side that was filled with a few words from San´s Grandpa, A Spanish man.

For San, that postcard was a concentrate of strong roots, strong love, and resignation to face life, and this, as a simple blink and a trail which Miss Domentitskeva was completely decided to make sure it would be preserved. She couldn´t stop watching the spread, someone else in other part from the world, had fallen in love with the same picture… but whom? Flipping through it, she read: Foto di Steven Meisel, che per la parte dil suo patre, che era italiano she could understand that the picture was taken from him. From then onwards Steven would become for San, a kind of saint to be prayed to every morning.  She absolutely knew this wasn´t a copy, not at all, but what was it? At that moment she didn’t know it was one of the marvelous pictures from John Rawlings, the only thing she knew was that It was like an endless chain of admiration, the perfect key to preserve things and make them to live forever; Took to her just a second to fathom the true meaning of inspiration. Se le iluminaron los ojos a San, Los tenia abiertos como platos. Tenía la misma excitación que sintió la primera vez que tomo un te negro en el establecimiento árabe aquel. Solamente que aquí y en ese momento, tal excitación la tenia controlada, estaba en sus manos. Tenia ante sus ojos una revista, pero no era la revista, tenia ante sus ojos la palabra VOGUE, pero que más daba eso? Eran sólo letras. Tenía ante sus ojos una fotografía que contaba una y mil historias. Una fotografía de la versión Italiana de VOGUE, nada más y nada menos que con nueve meses de atraso.  La abuela de San siemre llevaba consigo una Postal, una imagen que no tenía ni autor, ni nombre ni fecha. Únicamente un espacio en la parte trasera donde poder anotar un remitente, y unas breves palabras del que fuera su amor. Esa imagen San la recuerda con mucho cariño, pues simbolizaba para ella no solo un amor de sus abuelos, sino que, simbolizaba fuerza, raíces firmes y resignación ante la vida; ésta como un parpadeo del que queda un simple reflejo y una estela de la que la Srta Domentitskeva estaba más que dispuesta a preservar. No podía dejar de ver la editorial, parece que alguien más se había enamorado de esa foto; pero quién era? Al hojear la revista, leyó un: Foto di Steven Meisel, San conosceva abbastanza l'Italiano per via dell'origini del padre, così riusci a capire il significato dell'articolo nella rivista riguardante il quadro di Steven Meisel. Sabia que no era ni una copia, pero entonces que era? Era una cadena de admiración, era la clave perfecta para preservar las cosas; No tardo ni un minuto en descifrar el verdadero significado de LA INSPIRACIÓN. CONTINUARÁ  Tonio Sanabra. Etiquetas: Historia de San, Sanabra domentitzkeva, inspiración, Fashion, Tendencias, Capítulo Verde, Capítulo Rosa, green chapter, pink chapter, upcomer designers tonio and antonio.