No, nothing out of the ordinary happened … A simple four-day visit to Marga’s house in Goa. Yet, yet … The interviewer being interviewed, without her knowledge. Without questions and answers, without wanting to highlight anything, the life she lives spoke for her, singing her song, the song of Marga. Musician, blues singer, poet, writer, very organized, present to things, events, to herself, to others, without even getting too noticed. In addition, the spirit of a leader, as natural as the breath. She watches you from the corner of her eye, while gazing her giant computer screen, to see if everything is okay. ANd she jumps like her cat if she just realizes you need something. She carries herself “forward” with her work to give you time, to be with you … and, despite a very full life, she gives the impression that she has nothing to do. Just enjoying life and the present moment, gliding lightly, fast like a fish in the dusty Indian whirlwind. Any kind of difference, of age, of color, of culture, of social class … irrelevant … ready to drink  life “a quattro palmenti”! In the flow of days, the color of the eyes became more intense, the facial features different. the movies to watch are no longer interesting … our life is more fun, richer, more exciting. And in a mysterious way, we “dropped” the color. I took home her need for clarity and she was left with the sweet taste of having felt, in turn, “listened to”.

Puna, 11 November 2014 – Suha