IX
Margarita, for your friendship
"Better to remain silent certain miracles.
Better even
not think of them too,
as, if not, I do not understand anything.
For if not, God is questioned ... "
(Land of Men ": A. de Saint Exupéry)
The day after the birthday of Augusta dawn flight was made in a light breeze and fragrant.
The Beloved slept late, but Angela. Lisio was waiting in the abandoned old kitchen, the warmth of freshly baked breads in the distant past. A struggled to contain persistent haze veils that time closed. Or who knows, misleading. But happy.
"Happy ...?" Ah, no. He would not fall under the influences of a woman like Angela ... A woman. Sure. But in this world.
, no.
However, as Angela approached with dancing steps, moving from star to star at the siege of his aura, a troubled contracted constraint Lisio chest to the cry of requiem, invalidating all prerogative. was immediately repelled by the animosity of an Aeon ancestral ... and terrible: the commitment was huge. And the damage in case of bankruptcy, immeasurable.
When Angela hugged him without hesitation, dropping a frosty blanket under which a dress color bleeding Fin del Mundo passion and pain, Lisio experienced for the first time in hundreds of years semblanteo Death. The same as before the rule of feelings has no recourse to appear to demand accountability.
I thought for a moment-or centuries is hard to say, "lost in the eyes and lips of Angela. Chose mortality.
Lisio immediate consequence was suddenly stripped of all occult knowledge. Kissing and included only the rare, sage-language seemed to him the skin with another skin. Skin, joining the foreign border or refuses, which decompresses and acquitted. O conviction.
was not the case.
Un torbellino de sensualidad largamente confinado arrolló sus emociones con la fuerza de una tempestad relevada de cadenas milenarias. Entonces Lisio besó, acarició, abrazó y amó a esa mujer con la tersura de un erotismo dulce y persistente, de adentro hacia afuera y de nuevo hacia adentro hasta fundirse en el torrente femenino recóndito y bravío donde el gozo multiplicado, por alguna razón, no le resultó desconocido. Sin premeditación sólo podía ser así con Ángela. Ella se convirtió en su escuela, su aprendizaje y su pasaje hacia otros niveles de entendimiento.
Lisio y Ángela labored love refrain from speculating on time.
So unintentionally hit upon the magic formula that stands trial released when two become one in the wheel of deep and intimate touch. As a wave rises and falls constantly turning up to give in the rest of a certain glow.
crossed this modality stations and eons.
They spent stripped of malignancies and transforming spaces redeemed by love, that inalienable Angel renewal under which the lovers do not seem to age.
tender and is loved passionately for several lifetimes. In some ways they were. Sometimes there was scandal, others do not, according to the customs, morals and standards of the time reincarnated ...
In recent times, some commented that in the courtyard of the house empty and sale of the Beloved, during the storms a couple could be seen in the light of lightning. Others thought it better not get too close to certain miracles. "You just have to watch in silence, are often sensitive to advertising events "held, persistent and annoying, handfuls of prying neighbors, passers fascinated and adventurers of the esoteric order called by the phenomenon. Although as a whole, newcomers defying issues temporary.
Oblivious to all conjecture, the matter was domesticated by stations entranced by the ritual of love, warm, storm lingered in cascades of lightning, air and wind carnations sanded.
While elves and bones Oblivion involved in superstitious rose to expire Saints formalized their angry complaint to the Lord of Time. He is aware of their "non existence" froze stunned but obedient, like all mercenaries in the universe. Until the wheel of fate began running again, as it is known that Love can stop it, but not forever.
Well, for one thing, eternity is not an event of this world.
"Much less this Love", decided Lisio, breaking covenants sealed blood in the mists of time.
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