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NIGHTS OF MAGIC, a story from Transylvania

NIGHTS OF MAGIC, a story from Transylvania 0

The story of NIGHTS OF MAGIC happened a long, long time ago in the mountains of far away Transylvania.

It begins with the uncle, who asks his son to watch for the boar and chase it away in case it comes too close to the sheep during the night. 

I want to go too but they laugh. The night is long and dark in the mountains. The boars have to be chased away, sometimes through thick shrubbery and tall grass. But even so, I still join the uncle's son, my cousin, into the conquest of the dark. 

We sit out there in the night, in the tall grass, watching the huge moon above and the clouds sliding slowly on her pale face. 

Cousin tells stories about devils, cursing wanderers in the woods and calling out their names, and stories about dark shadows eating your dreams while still alive...

In the middle of this storytelling the boar arrives. It draws close, rustling through the corn field. Closer, closer... it is now almost in sight. The heaving monster breathes out in fog... 

Cousin starts shouting. I start shouting too, mostly to scare the shadows praying on my hidden dreams. 

And all around us on peaks of other hills, other cousins, other 'me's' start shouting too. It works, the boar is now out of everyone's sight! 

And then we sleep in a hut covered in branches. We sleep on hay, still smelling of summer flowers. The sheepskins keep us warm in the cold night until the morning light. 

.......... When I woke up the next day, the dreams were still there...and so was the moon from the previous night.

And even now, if I close my eyes, the moon is still there ... as it is in all my paintings from then on. 

A story of "Our Magnificent Travels", how the world turned into gold one night

A story of "Our Magnificent Travels", how the world turned into gold one night 0

THE INSPIRATION 

OUR MAGNIFICENT TRAVELS came to life one night with a full golden moon. Golden moons in Old Bar have this magical power of turning the ocean into a veil of dim and mysterious light. 

I took the magic of such moment and thought to give it a chance to live longer, to live endlessly. 

I thought of the sailor men who, mesmerized by the beauty of the night, asked the moon to give them the chance to see her closely.

They climbed aboard their boats, and sailed farther and farther from the shore. With every gust of wind, their hearts would beat faster... maybe this time, this moment, they will get a little bit closer to the magical moon... 

The moon watched them all through the night and thought for awhile how impossible to fulfill the sailor men's wish would be.

And hours passed. The night was almost finished. The sailors were still there, battling the waves and the gusts of wind, with the exhilarating hope of being close to the moon. 

The moon thought of the nearing dawn... her face will soon fade away in the light of the first sun... and the sailors? The sailors will return home with a story that never even begun. 

So the moon tread the path towards the ocean and the closer she got, the higher and higher the waves rose, closer and closer to caress her golden face. The sails of the boats turned to gold. The waves too, were glittering. And fish came rushing to the surface, dancing in the golden light, hoping to see a glance of the shimmering moon. 

I was in the lighthouse that night. I saw the ocean turn into gold too. 

And I put this moment in OUR MAGNIFICENT TRAVELS for you to remember that it's never too late and it is never impossible to make a dream come true, as far and unreachable as it may seem.