Paris Hilton and me: Romance at Sea of Cortes beach
Dear bloggers:
I want to share with all of you this small passional love story between Paris Hilton and me, in a coastal Mexican town of the Sea of Cortez.
It will never happen, but, dreams and illusions motivate our source of life, without them, what life will be?
Title: Paris and Cheto:
A Romance Story at the Sea of Cortez’s beach.
She was walking southbound on a sandy beach towards The Soldado estuary or to the sand dunes, I do not know. She passed by me, while I was contemplating the vast ocean and pelicans flight.
She arrived in my coastal home town few days ago, as I was told by a good friend of mine: “You have to see her… she is stunning beautiful… ”.
-Who? I asked with curiosity-.
“ The new blond in town”. He replayed, while he stopped in his way to the marina.
Today, when she passed by me, I greeted her with enthusiastic feeling and kind of filtering with her and looking at her slender well proportioned body cover with a black e-string and bra, sun glasses, a beach purse and a book.
“Hi”, She answered with a smile but she didn’t stop her rhythmical and sensual walk under the sun in a hot summer day.
Her presence caused on me a great impression in my sensitivity because her beauty, that kind of beauty that you don’t see every day in a routinely life. I admit, the silent desire for her was at first sight as the southern breeze.
I let her passed by, because, apparently, she needed her space at the beach, or at least, some lonely moments to read the book she had.
A family of dolphins swam close to the beach, peacefully and rhythmically one after the other in maritime order, they were looking for fish to eat, I wanted to joint them and feel free from my life´s chains, now that perhaps, love, came to The Coloraditas beach at San Carlos, where an American colony of baby bloomers and red necks arrived as survivors from two bloody wars.
In silent, I asked to the Seri Indian mythological pelican for a chance to meet her some other time and circumstances.
-Beautiful woman alone on the beach!- I said to my self and continued looking at the ocean minding my own thoughts…For some reasons I felt un incredible lust.
“She came like a rainbow, full in colors”, A rock song describe the emotion of the Rolling Stones in the 70´s, showed up in my mind, while I watched her derriere and body movements of the new tourist in town showing her beauty. A beauty that I haven’t seen in years or perhaps in decades!
After a while, I turned my face towards north, at the end of the beach, in order to spy on her, she was laying on the top of a sand dune, perhaps she was reading or sun bathing, I can not see that far for details, I only watched her body on her stomach, I wanted her badly, I knew love has arrived into my life once more time.
As I had to finished some watercolors, I went back to my studio in the poor Mexican’s Ranchitos suburb. -I didn’t want to disturbed her peace or feel a rejection by her at the beach, time will decide-. I thought while I cleaned the sand from my body and sat in my chair to grab some brushes and paint with inspiration a Century XVII Hacienda type kitchen watercolor I had to delivery to a client and get some cash in my pocket.
I do not know the time that passed by, suddenly, I was knocking my clients door, she opened it with surprise.
“Hi, Come in, let see it”.
“My God, it is beautiful!, she cried strongly. While looking it and telling me: “Come to our party! we will have some smocked marlin and salad to welcome some friends that arrived in town…”.
After she paid me, she murmured “I guess It will look good in my kitchen wall, close to the fridge…”. Before I was outside in the street and walking back home. That afternoon I arrived at the party from the beach side, I went through a iron small door, passed by a splendid garden to the bar where most of the guests were chatting. Rosemary saw me and called: “Cheto, over here”. While she whispered something to her burnet old lady friend. “He is our local artist” I heard just as I shake hands to both of them.
From that spot, I viewed the room looking for some one special, the blond I just met at the beach but no sight of her.
About an hour later, Rosemary, my art collector, told me:
“Cheto, I want you to meet my friend Paris and her hosts”, while we walked towards the open bar and buffet.
“Paris, please, meet our painter and architect…”. She said, while smiling because the surprise expression on my face.
“It’s my pleasure! Paris said, while extending her arm greeting me and adding ”I like your landscape watercolors that Rosemary collects from you”.
I was astonished by her beauty and open dress exposing discreetly her breast and smelling her expensive perfume.
I commented: -Long time no seeing you!- While I laughed, hugged her and kissed in her on her chick, as always did to Rosemary and other friends.
The party and dinner went on for hours at Paris neighbors, but, she was more interested in some other things that development a friendship or a love relation with any man of the bunch that were around admiring her.
When I walked in the kitchen for a refill, Paris and Rosemary were talking about my art: “It’s beautiful!”, She said, pointing the watercolor I just sold to her friend.
-Paris, I would like to paint you topless at the dunes beach-- I directly told her.
“I bet, you would, she said, laughing and giving a sip to her wine.
“That will be wonderful! Rosemary exclaimed, to add “You would love it, isn’t Cheto”, while she was also laughing.
-Yes- I said, thinking with lust. -She is beautiful! It would be a great piece or art-.
The three of us laughed about our conversation, but, in Paris´ blue eyes I saw a glimpse of light, while giving me a fantastic smile but she kept silent, until we walked to merge with other friends and socialize with them.
I prepared for Paris an old guacamole receipt because she like it, I got a piece of totopo and put it in her mouth. “Delicious!”, She said, while eating it.
After a while, for some reason, I went to the beach wall and sat looking at the ocean, soon the sunset will end the day, I thought sad.
Suddenly, the splendid fragrance surrounded the environment, -Oh, a rich lady perfume! I thought.
It was Paris that was behind me. “May I…? She asked.
-Yes, you may- I replied, contemplating her and at the waves.
“Isn’t a beautiful sunset?”, she said, as she sat next to me, looking me with her blue eyes and with curiosity, she asked:
“Do you really want to paint me? Or it’s just a come on thing?”. While smiling and giving me friendly touch in my left arm.
-Yes, I would love to paint you topless in a lonely and deserted beaches or at the high sand dunes, my favorite place in town. I want you to model for me in the e-string you wore today, you looked great wearing it, I love it-.
“How would you paint me?”
-As you are, but some facial painting as a Seri Indian from the area. Using the magical animal spirit tattoo in your face, as they did from centuries-.
-It will be a piece of art!- I exclaim firmly, because you are so beautiful and your kind of beauty is rare to find in the desert or at the beach, as today, when you cross my path, you brought me inspiration and lust for a woman that I would like to express in a watercolor media-.
The time Paris and I spent together in my home town were phenomenally great, a motive to my spirit and a straight arrow to my sensitivity.
We shared the stories of our life; hers, in the glamour world of film making and television, Europe and New England, USA ; Mine, in the desert, where I have been lost because it’s beauty inspires me to paint the magical realism art.
As friends, we travel to Punta Chueca at the Seri Indian land, where we enjoyed a short time at an empty beach surrounded by cactus, later, at the village she realized the misery and poorness of the most primitive tribe in the American Continent, she bought seashell necklaces, iron wood sculptures, Torote fiber baskets and with her altruism she donated some cash to the Seri woman, who she admired and felt unhappy with their reality.
At Hermosillo, we shared the Arteche´s mural art work at the Governor Palace and the University of Sonora. We ate delicious beef and ribs at the Xochimilco restaurant and climbed a mountain to view the city. We had a short stop at the Pintada cave paintings and went to visit the Yaqui Indians at Vicam Pueblo to appreciate the Deer and Pajkola Dance and the native religiosity and other rituals. In Guaymas I showed he the sceneries of the movies: “Catch-22”, “Birds of Pray”, “Lucky Lady” and the Mask of Zorro, where I played as an extra representing a Californian Indian behind Catherine Zeta Jones.
In San Carlos, we went to empty beaches and estuaries, bays and coves that were not known by tourism, only by me, She got impressed by the beauty of the Nacapule Canyon and some magical desert water holes full of spirits.
Several days passed by without seeing her and I missed her already, I was in my studio doing some sketches, It was mid afternoon in a hot day when I decided to go to the beach, but this time, furthermore than usually, thinking on Paris…
There she was, laying down wearing a purple e-string. I approached her and we started a conversation for a few minutes, we listen her favorite music and then kept silent to listen the seagulls cry while sea lions swam.
“Where is your favorite beach? I heard.
-At the other side of the Goat’s Tits Hill-. I answering while I pointed the symbol of town. -It’s more beautiful than this beach, that’s for sure-. I said to her.
-Would you like to go?- I asked her.
“Yes, I am curious about it, Rosemary told me it was your naked beach, when you used to date her oldest daughter…”
I didn’t comment any thing, I just said: -let’s go in my pick up, but drive your car back home, it’s not a good place for it… And get some red wine-.
We went to her house to continue our small trip to my mysterious beach. We had to cross the desert on a small path, wide enough for one car, passing some cardon cactus and other bushes until we arrived to climb the 25 feet tall white fine sand dunes to contemplate the maritime scenery .
“My God, It’s a beautiful place! How come no body told me about it before”, she exclaimed.
We sat and had something to drink while I showed her the place: the deer Island westbound, the Temptation Hill on our back, the blooming desert at one side and the Sea of Cortez in front of us.
-Let’s swim-, I suggested.
“ Yeah, let’s do it”, she went along. While she run and jump into the water, so did I and stayed for a while refreshing. We dove several times then we hug for a short time and went back to the dune to dry up and have a sip of red wine.
“Get you pencil and draw me, it’s your chance, your last chance, because I go back to New York City tomorrow”. She said, while a sadness involved me.
I sketched her several times as she natural posed for me with a glamour look Then, the sun started to go down, it became a majestic yellow, red and purple sunset, inviting to love, to love her right there.
We sat and I hugged her during those moments of natural beauty.
“Your favorite beach is spiritual and beautiful, thank you for sharing it with me”, She mentioned, but we kept silent. No words were necessary for two souls to express feelings of desire and lust or perhaps love; that kind of love, that you sense, but, you know it can’t be because the circumstances of one life’s paths.
-I love you, Paris-. I said. -I will never forget you…My desert muse!-
“I know”, she said, and turned her face to give me friendly kiss. “I feel your love!”
It started to get dark, but we didn’t care, until she broke the silent.
“I must go back to New York, tomorrow”, She exclaimed , while she rest her face on my left arm.
-You are beautiful and sensual woman. I will paint you, here, in this fantastic place. I will create my master piece of art-.
In my heart, I started to feel the most profound loneliness. But I didn’t say a word… I just looked at her, at the sunset majestic colors, the night, the ocean and the Baja California volcano…
Several days later, on a Sunday afternoon, I went back to my beach, where I started to paint her before I depart to other places, aimless looking for her beauty.
Francisco Sanchez
archfcosanchez@yahoo.com
