When asked what love is, he hesitated.
How to respond to something so stormy
which may seem naively simple,
but is it so complex and mysteriously abstract?
At the core of simplicity lies the greatest complexity
Both complexity and clear vagueness.
Thus, to enhance the grandeur of the mystery.
He went out onto the veranda for a while.
It was the shelter from the wind
as if the mind was being attacked by invasions of warm masses
from the heart's flammable core.
He took a deep breath,
looking at the horizon from the loopholes of her blue eyes.
Those were the magical moments of the evening.
and the colors competed to see which one would win
of beauty the precious trophy.
He turned his gaze towards the west.
The horizon is all golden.
It cost a fortune in nature and life.
And sleepy dreams
And on the opposite side, somewhere in the eastern parts,
where fairy tales merge into amorous delirium
with the black and white moments of reality,
the thought was incubated and
the answer took the form of an image
or a parable
or an inexpensive imitation...
And then he imagined...
The two conflicting colors,
what little children distinguish, distinguish
and they give them the female and male formal attire.
That pink that seduces you and
He deceives you with his pure sin.
That blue that takes you on a journey to uncharted waters,
but sinfully charming.
And she saw them before her and within her coming together
in the fragrant air of dawn.
And embrace tightly in the sky's hallowed horizon.
And take turns playing.
And play chase in the battlements of the sky.
And unite at the moment when the sunrise appears and
Light, hope, life are born.
Love, you invincible...
in the west and east,
in the projection of light and
in the darkness, the temporary coronation.
In the soul's guilty projections and
in the mind the horse journeys.
I bow to your eternal,
bright, cruelly torturing
torturously sought,
evergreen and fortunately inexplicable
monarchy.
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