Jamea

Ilargia was innocent. Wounded by the whip of reality, she used to spread white lead on her skin every early morning. Thereby her visage would preserve its moonbeam in the dead of night.

She illuminated the whole world, although she was all alone. She would dedicate long hours to each and every one, surrounded by music that would disguise the void in which she was floating.

One day, Ilargia realised that time had not passed at all: time had been paused throughout her whole brief life, and had just commenced that very day when she met Eguzkia. He came as a dulset, mellifluous voice, an inescapably captivating melody, in harmony with her tiny being.

The feeling was reciprocal. They ascertained how similar they were, how immaculately they fit. Eguzkia shone on Ilargia for the first time, and his sunbeams turned her paleness into inexperienced, gilded blush.

Such was the magnetism between them that their spins changed.

Such was the immediate feeling that struck them both, they forgot the rest of the universe around them.

Such was the chimera of meeting each other that they didn't perceive how they overcame the insurmountable distance that stood between them, within a time interval that did not take up any space in their memory from the moment they found themselves face to face.

Ilargia prayed for forgiveness, pleading for God's blessings on this love.

Silvery tears. Finally, the golden kiss.