25
Sep
09

Our Last Summer

We had a drink in each café
And you, you talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Mona Lisa…

That was from ABBA’s Our Last Summer, a song which tells of a woman’s precious memories of Paris a long time ago. Wow, imagine having a drink in each café – that’s practically bar hopping – with someone you really like, and then you talk about politics, philosophy and stuff. Alcohol loosens the tongue and the conversation unfolds naturally. Looking at her, you know from the intensity of her gaze that she is listening to every word you say, and from her quiet smile you can see that she likes what she’s hearing.

 
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes, those crazy years, that was the time

 

Ah, the ‘immortality’ of youth. Living for the present, where each passing moment is all that matters. Carpe diem!

But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

Imagine the feeling when you know in your heart that you may never get this happy again. When you connect with somebody at an extraordinary level. When it seems that together you can take on the world. When you could even say something as cheesy as, “I could die this moment because this is the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever get.” And no matter what happens afterward, this moment will be your own happy ending.

And now you’re working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you’re the hero of my dreams

 

Ah, so they didn’t end up together after all. But this only makes that ‘last summer’ all the more priceless, because it will never happen again – except in her memory, where it is immortalized, frozen in time.

And that is called Life.

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine,
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
 

inner minds

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2 Responses to “Our Last Summer”


  1. 1 mymyandong
    September 26, 2009 at 11:58 am

    ah my friend ur such a romantic. i’ve seized some days like that before when i was younger….but i still seize every extraordinary moment that comes my way,it doesnt come often but when it does i feel young again. i guess the fountain of youth is all in the mind.

  2. 2 zaurah patricia
    September 28, 2009 at 2:15 pm

    i can easily relate to that except on the last part of that song.

    indeed, i had spent my youth in some special places with a certain man with whom i shared my deepest thoughts and innermost self. it was the moment of passion and happiness where i get to remember some heartfelt memories like the scene where both of us were lying on the water with our faces slightly elevated just to feel the cold breeze of the sea at the same time feeling the sand underneath while staring at the thousands of sparkling stars. for me, it was the age of no “ifs” and “buts”…only the bliss of taking the chance of living the most out of it. in fact, i softly whispered to my man that i can die that night.

    So, it was my greatest love affair. i had taken the habit of reminiscing such past and lookin’ back at the old photographs until he came back in my life out of the blue. this time i’m taking the same road without fear of slowly getting old. i think it would be the sweetest paradise yet to unfold: dancing and growing old with the same man in this lifetime.


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