Zapping by chance: an old black and white movie on TV and suddenly a woman's face makes me tingle. A beautiful woman - but what I feel is more than admiration for her appearance. It is something very strong and vibrant. And deeply rooted in my past.
Who is that woman?
I check the program. And now I know. She is the woman I saw on the screen sixty years ago and remained sleepless for nights.
Her name is Maureen O'Hara.
She was my first love. I was twelve and her beauty and temperament completely overwhelmed me.
I saw her again, later, in other movies. Color changed her - fiery red hair and limpid green eyes added to her radiance. But the magic of the first encounter was gone.
Decades went by. I had completely forgotten my first love. Until last night. I searched the Internet for photos. Here she is, in all her glory.
(She is still alive - but no, I will not publish newer stills).