|Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong - 2012|
Hong Kong overshadowed with its bamboo strength and glass-modern charm the beauty of all the places I've visited and lived in so far, except, naturally, for my beloved home country. New York itself, which represented to me an ideal urban inspiration, has become, after Hong Kong, a dull and dark metropolis, dirty and obscure, opaque, slow, vulgar and lacking in luster.
As the airporter pulled into the city towards Causeway Bay, Hong Kong's blend of antique and modern was spellbinding. Thick and fascinating bamboo scaffolding sustained the fancy designs of some of the most modern skyscrapers in the world. A backdrop of green small mountains patched that limb of Pacific Ocean and, among them, after about an hour of ferry, stood fierce Lantau Island, with its giant Buddha sitting in the mist and Tai O, the fishermen village with its stilt houses. Opposite Hong Kong, Kowloon and Mong Kok, in its raw beauty that smells of local markets, temple streets and the last vestiges of antique shops with none but a few sei Gweilos walking around, lost in that tangle of Cantonese sounds which I couldn't help falling for.
But the grumpy and picky one, if he softens at the Stanley shoreline or the taste of pineapple buns, like bamboo still won't break: it's his heart that needs to be pierced.
Love, he needs.
She's in Kowloon, Nine Dragons.
Love is there too.
The soft breeze rippling hair at the Tsim Sha Tsui pier wouldn't have meant the world without her hand in mine. Lantau and Stanley, the museum and the temples, the Chinese inscriptions, Hong Kong Park and the Siu Long Bao, yes, the Siu Long Bao, wouldn't have meant the world without her presence, her voice and her words surrounding me.
I quickly realized it was her beauty, her kindness and smile I saw reflected in the water of the bay. Her gentleness and frailty were the green of the mountains, her soft traits the breeze at the pier. Her charm the sacred inscriptions, her voice the beautiful sounds.
All I can do, now, is love her back just as intensely.
Mgoi, 唔 該, my Carman.