05.24.07
Miss Teary Ohhhs
Mysterious? I was
quite puzzled when a cousin I have never met commented that about me recently,
and that has not been the first time a person has stated that a propos myself.
I admit a tendency where I cajole myself with such remarks
as I envisage those female enigmas from South American novels, and Europe’s baffling Gypsy women (thus my former Multiply.com’s heading; Tzigane Incarnate). On the other hand, I consider such
observations quite odd.
It is a fact that I am rarely seen in public domains. This is because my “night-life” is preferably spent mentally
discoing or cozying up with Nobel winners, Oxford graduates, and other
peculiar minds. I get intoxicated on
their philosophies and party on their luminous ideas as I desperately imbibe even the most trivial droplets. Yet, this does not make me mysterious.
(Wow, I was not even aware that “discoing” is
an accepted term).
It is also a certainty that most people in my neighborhood obtains
only a whiff of the arousing aroma of the daily espresso I concoct and heed the
sound of the piano and violin without ever seeing the struggling performer
behind the tunes. Still, this does not
qualify me as mysterious.
My headless photographs and paintings with faces turned
away, they still disclose a quantity of ideas. The “about me” section of my Friendster account is rather plump with
personal descriptions… and my blog - it does articulate so much!
Notwithstanding, people continue to ask about the base of
the iceberg.
I do not mind being asked, but do grant me liberty not to
elucidate every distinct detail and tolerate me to shelve some personal
elements, lest I mislead you by mistake. So by my candid choice of words, colors and
melodies, you may endeavor to unearth and discover who I am wholly.
Then shall you see me… beyond swathes of vagueness and
ambiguity. Then shall you seize what is beneath
the tip of the iceberg. Then shall you
say, “Miracle Romano… I know her… she is not that mysterious after all.”
For I know that deep inside every reflective human being alleges a silent beseeching, “Know who I truly am…without having to ask me.”
…but on the other hand…
