One day we, me and you, were nothing but the
simplest thing in universe spread among the vastness nothing.
Mutual attraction brought us, a piece of all,
together. And the heat of proximity, absent individually, allowed us to burn.
Somehow near one of the ends of forever, we
exploded. We changed.
Even for a few instants we changed so many times
that we were literally everything. And that was the sunniest event of the
universe. A huge explosive shine lighting the nothing as if there was something
truly important admiring it from everywhere.
So you’ve been somehow here since forever: From
‘nothing’ to ‘almost nothing’, then ‘many things’ and, now, ‘you’.
I like to think that maybe some of you were in the
eyes of the first animal who ever succeed flying; or the claws of a mother lioness
saving her son. Maybe some of the rabbit who had to willingly jump into fire to
feed the pilgrim. A tree or a flower. Perhaps a fruit or, lucky, a seed. Rain!
It’s funny. It’s kind of an inconsistent sarcasm: from the brightest
event of the entire universe, able to even blind a God, it seems that the only
sparks which still care to revisit this ancient story are the red flames from
those candles reflected in your big black eyes. As if two glowing stars,
watched from far, abandoned to their own fates.
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The inspiration for this text has never read it before...
She probably never will.
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