My skin is bathed with a dewy coat of sweat . It is hot , and Easter is coming . I feel history and time around me in the walls and cobblestones of this ancient street . They have their secrets and offer flash glimpses like an ancient movie projector , trying to find a screen in open or unsuspecting minds .
La Habana Vieja , the old city of Havana is singing its’ lullabies , babies and lovers singing to the moon More than five hundred years old , she can still dazzle with her Baroque beauty,ornate and mysterious . I walk like a cat , easy but alert , listening for sounds . It is late , just around eleven on a Saturday. .
Passion fills the heat of darkness . Lovers laugh in the night , they embrace around me as I walk . Kisses mix with rum and laughter .The dreams of dreamers float by , and I sense their breath , their fantasies and longings . Something stirs me , and I chase away the dreams floating by the old verandas mixing with the moans of love and passion .
I feel a pull so strong that I am following it like a swimmer in a rip tide . It pulls me just as strongly .
I feel you. Who you are , I do not know . But my body feels you , an invisible presence drawing me closer like the power of a tide pulling me. Should I swim side ways , escaping the rip tide ? Should I turn my steps slowly to the right ,in a diagonal , as if I am swimming , easing away from the powerful force by increments ?
The cover for a short novel is inspiring a series of illustrations to go with the chapters . A love story a supernatural twist , it is set in beautiful Havana , and allows me to play with wonderful and lush tropical imagery to add to the text .
I hope to have it soon ready for publication , with a series of bright and dazzling , but still mysterious illustrations .
copyright , Natasha von Rosenschilde , 2013
images and text , copyright , Natasha von Rosenschilde 2013