L'avion de Sandra
Ernest Samuel Llime -
September 2011, Woodhaven
L'avion de Sandra.
Now, just where did that come from?
I was doing the dishes when that popped into my head. It is French, of course and it means Sandra's airplane.
I took French for about 3 years in elementary school. I used to be pretty good
at it too, but 40 some years with almost no practice made me forget a lot of
it.
L'avion de Sandra.
I think I have a modified form of
Alzheimer's, I call it Al's rhymers disease. Things just get twisted in my mind,
which is why I always carry notes with me that I refer to when I sing, recite a
poem, or tell a story. Without notes things come out funny, like for instance "The
Rose" might sound like this:
Some say love go take shower
You smell worse than any goat
But don't take more than half an hour
Or you might just miss my boat
L'avion de Sandra.
When I was about 14 and living in another country,
Sandra was one of my neighbors. She was living in an asbestos shack much like
the one I was living in, and she was about a year or so older. You all probably
want to know about the shacks - they were temporary dwellings erected by the
government to house poor immigrants. But, back to Sandra, she did not have an
airplane, what she did have, was a busted curtain, so me and my buddies used to
amble casually by her fence when we knew that she might be changing into her
pajamas. On some days we would be rewarded with a view of her budding little
breasts (the window did not afford a view of her nether parts,) whereupon we
would all make some kind of excuse to each other and run home. I assume that
they were all playing with themselves though I am not admitting anything.
L'avion de Sandra.
Some years later, 1969 or so Cream broke
up. Clapton got together with some guys (Winwood, Baker & Gretsch) and recorded
an album that was eventually named "Blind
Faith." The name was taken from the title of a photograph by
Bob Sidemann that served as a front cover for their first and only studio
album. It was a bust of a naked young girl holding an airplane. That cover
caused a lot of controversy and in the US it was replaced by a photo of the
band. Funny, we were supposedly founded by people that ran away from British
persecution, so you'd think that we'd know better; but NO - every now and then
we gotta stick to them - D.H. Lawrence? Ulysses? Blind Faith? - well, fuck you,
you bloody Brits! Not on my watch! (It's Uncle Sam, you know.) That photo arose
mixed feelings in my mind but not necessarily the kind that I would have to beat
down at once, if you know what I mean. The girl's name was
Mariora and she was
actually holding a spaceship model (looked like a plane to me!) I did not know
her name at the time and I just looked it up (could have been Sandra - which
would have me somewhat psychic because the name was only released to the public many
years later.)
L'avion de Sandra.
Am I secretly and unbeknownst to even myself a pedophile?
I doubt it! When I was 9 or so, in pre-historic times, and living in yet another
country, I had another neighbor named (I think) Mia. Now Mia, was around my age
and she was dark and cute. I have no idea what her cultural/ethnic background
was - people used to say that hers was a family of gypsies. Be that as it may,
Mia would cover her face when she became embarrassed. The boys (though not me, I
was believe it or not, too shy) figured out some things, that would bring about
that kind of mini crisis for Mia. They would tease her, on her way from school,
and she would pick up the hem of her dress, cover her face and run all the way
home. The thing is, she never wore any underwear so we could all enjoy the
view of her hairless little slit and cute little but.
L'avion de Sandra.
Life has afforded me the opportunity to meet and get
close to girls and women of varied shapes, races and ages. I even married a
younger woman, but as the expression goes, she was no spring chicken. In my little feuilleton,
Sandra was 15,
Mariora 11, and Mia 9. Feelings aroused by the memory of their yet to develop into
womanhood bodies, are more of nostalgia, the beauty of youth, the
remembrance of things past... In other stories, Juliet was 13 to Romeo's 16-18 or
so, Beatrice was 8 when Dante (9 at the time) was smitten with her and Aisha
was 6-7 years old when she was betrothed to Mohamed who was 50 plus at the time.
Their union was consummated when she turned 9 or possibly 10, after which, we
are told that she
went back to her toys. For me, sexual arousal belongs to bodies in a different
class - without going into too many details, let's just say that the mound of
Venus needs to have some grass on it (freshly mowed is O.K. too.) I also need
someone that I can converse with, without the distraction of childish toys.
Still, I guess Sandra could have been my Juliet and Mia my
Beatrice but there is no Aisha in my life, which is just as well - Praise Allah!
I would hate to be the prophet of anything!
L'avion de Sandra.
Don't know what it might be, perhaps a shard of a waking
dream.
L'avion de Sandra.
A vision of the Lotus eaters telepathically placed into
my mind.
L'avion de Sandra.
A partial memory implanted by aliens that have secretly
abducted me.
L'avion de Sandra.
Whatever it might be, it sure has a great ring to it:
L'avion de Sandra.
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