Ojos de Mar
In the span of a few months I encountered two different men and two different sets of blue eyes.
One was an englishman who had been living in Venice, Italy, making boats for over 20 years. I was working in Venice and I would encounter him nearly every night at the small local bar with the same blue woolen hat nearly covering his eyes. He talked to me, sparsely, about wood and about the fine produce on the islands near Venice.
He was seemingly gruff at first, then slowly his softness started coming through. His eyes were the deepest color of dark, murky blue I had ever seen.
A few months later I was working with a DP (director of photography), much younger and spryer, who was also always wearing a woolen hat. He, on the other hand, had the brightest, softest blue eyes I had ever seen.
At the moment in life I was into rap, particularly the short, sharp and music-less raps of Loyle Carner.
I started writing raps about life, and this was one of them, dedicated to this duo of blue eyes.
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Ojos de Mar
Runny and flexible
Mareada, cayendo, timido.
Viejo joven, sombrio fresco, mareo
Debido al tiempo, silencio.
Será que los años van opacándolo?
Profundo, inundando, a bit darker go
Those splashes and flashes,
Luz in white caps collapsing
The lull of wave naturally to and fro…
Hola!
I know you.
That gleam in tus ojos de mar.
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Some time later I was at a recording studio for our micro-short film project BARE/LY and we threw in a rap recording last minute just for fun.