Celebrating Supermarco

Must be tough to have your birthday on Christmas. Everybody keeps talking about that other guy.

Yesterday, as you were driving me from my old Slovenia into my not-so-new-any-more Italy and the ride extended to almost 12 hours due to intense traffic between Florence and Rome, I said that the VIP Pearl Jam ticket is the best present I could hope for. Then I asked you what you wished for the most.

You said peace.

Even though the barking dog and the talking woman cannot promise to deliver that, you do realise that Superman would soon become very bored if peace and quiet ruled the world.

Also, a woman is like a car: an expense but you’ve got to have one. (Huh-huh.)

The dog is an extra though.

Supermarco, happy birthday! We promise you that we will keep you entertained if not completely at peace. Because peace, as much as desired, spells death if overdone.

And to all the rest, merry Christmas and all minor, daily victories, and thank you for sticking around.

But first a photo of a painting that you sent me a long time ago, when I was still over there. I kept it open in my browser for a long time and stared at it occasionally. Not that now I can see the sea quite like that, but in a way it was my window to the world and you have opened it. Thank you for that. ❤

Figure at a Window, Salvador Dalí.

And now a closer look at why I love you.

I would recognise you among all the world, again. As long as you wear your red jacket. (Emporium, BTC, Ljubljana.)

Okay, okay, not for that. Because you’re hot! (Hot Horse, BTC, Ljubljana. Try to guess, slowly, why it’s called that.)

Because you have big eyes. (Rome)

And big balls. (Pomegranates at Lake Burano.)

Not your age, but our home. And you keep making it ours.

Because you only show me this photo, taken when I was out of home for the summer, when the hot weather is done. (Photo: MC)

Because you notice smaller beasts too and call me to take their photos.

It’s even better if there are two together.

Because it’s not true that you don’t go to the beach! Ever! (Capalbio beach.)

Because you take me to Slovenia, and back, at least twice a year. (A selfie with father in Piran.)

Because you go out in freezing temperatures, thinking But why? (St. Ana, Ljubljana marshes.)

While the thought of the love of your life that you left behind is keeping you warm.

All those mountains that cannot be seen due to fog. (St. Ana, photographer’s paradise. Unless it’s foggy.)

But you couldn’t care less. You think of your Pretty.

Because you read instructions. (Even you know how rare this is. You called me to take this photo as a proof that men do that.)

Because you always know where your towel is. (Lake Mengeš. Photo: Svemir Zeko)

Because when you smile, all troubles melt away. (Maribor)

Because your scent keeps winning over your thorns. (Capalbio Scalo.)

Cin cin e tanti auguri, amore!

Photo: © signature mmm