There is no one on the beach

To see my happy eyes

There is no one on the beach

To ask me why I’m singing, why!

Just a summer wind

Blowing carelessly

Made me this evening

Walk singing.

And as I was walking singing and kicking shells, a beautiful woman approaches with ballerina steps. 

Dark blonde, tall, thin, big boobs and staring at me. 

Her dark and soft skin could make me swear she was less than 20, but something told me she might as well be my mother. 

A little confused by the situation, I lowered my tone and continued to sing in a whispered and unsure voice. 

I was drawing arches with my right toe. I was trying to signal by this she couldn’t come any closer according to the new social distancing rules. 

And she was not wearing a mask. 

Just as I was turning around, her round lips part and she says:

“Hey, Jude!” 

A few blinks and a beautiful smile make me blush, but I answer in a firm voice:

“Buna, dar sa stii ca eu nu sunt Jude” (“Hey, there, but I’m no Jude”)

Arching her eyebrows and with Japanese-cartoon-wide-eyes she asks what language was that and whether I spoke English or not. 

I replied “niet” and walked away. 

From the easiness that she had towards the quarantine, I reckon she was a Swede. 

Good for them!

Other than that, nothing, all’s good…


Nu e nimeni pe plaja,

Ochii veseli sa mi-i vada,

Nu e nimeni pe plaja, 

Sa ma-n-trebe de ce cant.

Dar un vant de vara,

Ce-a batut intr-o doara,

M-a facut ca pe seara,

Sa ma plimb fredonand. 

Si cum mergeam eu asa pe plaja fredonand si degajand scoicile in zare si in mare, se apropie incet, incet, cu pasi tiptili de balerina, o femeie frumoasa. 

Blonda saten, inalta, zvelta si cu niste tate imense, ma atintea nespunand nimic. 

Pielea maslinie si tenul catifelat ii ascundeau anii atat de bine incat juram ca nu are mai mult de 20 dar ceva imi spunea ca-mi putea fi si mama. 

Incurcat un pic de situatie, am coborat vocea, si cu ochii in nisip cantam soptit si fastacit. 

Cu degetul mare de la piciorul drept faceam paranteze pe nisip, plimbandu-l ca pe o coasa dintr-o parte in alta. 

Vroiam sa-i comunic prin asta sa nu mai inainteze si sa pastreze o distanta rezonabila conforma cu noile norme sociale de protectie. 

Plus ca nu avea masca! 

Tocmai cand vroiam sa fac stanga-n-prejur, buzele ei carnoase se despart si suiera printre ele:

– Hey Jude!

Un zambet gingas si cateva clipiri sacadate ma fac sa rosesc dar raspund ferm:

– Buna, dar sa stii ca eu nu sunt Jude.

Ea ridica sprancenele la cer si cu niste ochi mari ca in desenele animate japoneze ma intreaba sparta in ce limba am vorbit si daca nu vorbesc engleza. 

I-am zis ca niet si am plecat.

Dupa indolenta cu care trateaza carantina, cred ca era suedeza. 

Sa fie la ei! 

In rest, nimic, toate bune…

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