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Will the singing nightingale sing again?
Will the vine of passion grow again?
Spring will vanish with the rose.
Winter only comes when my eyes close.
Saphire Comes From Your Eyes
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For many suns and moons the silver fox considered his small
planet in the Sandy Way Galaxy flat like a distorted mirror. This was his one and only
one pure truth. One cool and breezy morning a pure and innocent gazelle with sapphire eyes covered with infinitely many red freckles from the Milky way Galaxy got lost in the kingdom of pure sand. She met the winding serpent and asked him to be her guide through this cool and soft kingdom. The serpent first hissed but then agreed to be her leader, while they were wandering from one sand dune to another, they met the silver fox who was wondering how he could get his daily meal. Hello my beautiful alien, may I be your friend and companion? Don't follow the serpent, I will take you to my lake, where you may swim without your freckles, you will leave them to me and I will count every one of them until they become part of my flesh but you will be my tender beast. I'm the only beast who can run next to you, I'm the shadow of your blue light; if you run faster, eventually you have to stop, then I will join my tender beast. We can play this game over and over until one of us must go. I will be your silent partner, I will slave my tail for the caress, with your blessing my lips will move your priceless freckles from one side of the body to another. I can also tell you many beautiful tales from this flat land; if you know any pleasing ruse, I'm the only beast to tell to..... The two blue sapphires stared at the fox for a few moments, then the soft gazelle very gently told him "do you know that you are trapped in your lies? Your planet is not flat, the universe is not around your daily meal, nothing is flat, there are four seasons:" The cool mattina de la primavera: for the beginning of our sweet love. Una notte d'estate: very hot and passionate as the lava in a volcano. Pomeriggio of a sunny autunno: the time to enjoy the fruit of our passion. A sera d' inverno con neve: light for its purity and softness but dark for its ending. That day the silver fox who was in search of his daily hunt, discovered that the old truth was a lie. This truth started about 120 seasons later, but the truth finally came. |
