PASSING FOR NORMAL

From Ibiza

I walked on the shore today
i watched the sunset at the casa del mar
then i went and sat down
i could never do that when i was younger
i could never just be alone
it seems that i mastered it now
being alone
it seems that you reach a point in time
when you have enough peace within yourself
to be able to face yourself
then i saw boys and girls passing by
the girls were beautiful
they had time to shine up
and the boys were proud
and i remember how we were, and they smiled at me
i remember the eyes through which, back then,
we looked at women like me
part of it was admiration to the mature age
mixed with feelings of non-relating
i remember the line from Kundera´s identity
¨men don´t turn to look at me anymore¨
and i get it
i finally understand
and i´m finally in peace with it
men don´t turn to look at me anymore
and i like it...