"On that day, of the revelation, as I was walking carefree, I turned my head and saw a woman, petrified like a pillar of salt, staring at me from the opposite sidewalk. Her body, although motionless, had a crystallized movement like Lot's wife when she saw the divine revelation in Sodom. It seemed as if she wanted to rush towards me and some invisible hand suddenly stopped her.
But I was also amazed in front of her. I imagined this meeting differently. But she was not the one I had met. She was the same and different at the same time. A magical division tore my mind in two, just like the separation of our lives. I looked at her motionless, she was now twice as beautiful and more magnificent than before. Then she was an angel with an incomplete body. Now she was a masterpiece with the artist's final touch clearly visible on it. Then she was an airy, happy girl, almost intangible, while here she was a beauty, a woman with blooming beauty.
In her eyes, as they looked at me face to face, there was not a fleeting hint reflected, but her entire hot feeling. Her eyes, moistened with tears, shone strangely. Her chest, neck and shoulders sketched the beautiful outline of a developed beauty. Her golden hair, thin, wavy and magnificent on one cheek, was cut short like her youthful light curls. On the other cheek it fell freely, with bright wavy highlights to her chest. She was pale, very pale! Her paleness, however, did not erase her beauty. On the contrary, it gave her something irresistible, something metaphysically seductive.
I gathered all the forces of my soul, those that in some terrible moments we consider stronger than the universe. I pointed them straight at her pupils, trying to shake our stillness. Her blue iris trembled and filled with red spots like the bloody beats of our wounded hearts. She lowered her eyes first. Like two beautiful semicircles, her eyelids descended over them, decorating them, long as shuttles, with her turban. She bent her lovely face a little and illuminated her pale cheeks with two pink poppies on her apples. I longed to tell her in fiery words how much my soul was burning. But I couldn't. Something was closing my mouth. It was drowning out my voice, rooting my feet deep into the pavement. Until the earth burst into a chthonic sob and the sky into a fiery hymn. Time became zero and without distinguishing which of the two sidewalks we were on, our bodies joined in an endless embrace. And all that rain was nothing but a small drizzle of our tears.
"My Ruby, my love!"
My terrible cry pierced the firmament and struck the ceiling of creation. I sank into her bosom. My mute cry, absorbing the beats of her heart, vibrated the supreme signal of God. The universe answered, like a huge bell, with a terrible echo:
"My God, my love!"
Her tears on my neck washed away, like a consecrated rain, the last traces of our sins. Our cries united, our souls united, our armies united, and an oath sealed the seventh heaven:
"We would never be separated again!"
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