"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
Something was trying to rise from my depths to the surface, a strong
force in an unstoppable endeavor to push forward its way to the truth and
reality… a distant memory, a story that stirs things in me, feelings, love felt
In that age when the world has lost its values weakened by the depravity
of our darkness, when people still believed in deities; the two of us were
enchanted by the sounds of our flute song, high notes filled with magic for a
fairytale, a story that echoed in loud deafening music as long as we were
together, side by side, awake or asleep… a song that belonged only to the two
of us, it began right there on the ground, where we both danced drunk from each
other, and echoed across the skies of blue, where our angels made delicious love.
The single truth we knew was that we existed, I for her, and she for me... beyond
sacrifice or pain, beyond regret, destroying that trinity and creating a guaranteed
belief in the future – our deepest love.
I looked at her clearly as if there was no air between us. She was a
sight for my sore eyes, alluring and exceptional, as she was. Her smile
transcended the beauty of her soul, overtly telling hidden stories about the nobilities
of her inner radiance, all of them releasing themselves freely from every pore
of her skin, creating a scent with an esoteric will to enchant every cell of me.
A female with such beauty, that only a single one of her angelic kind should
exist at any given time, because the balance of nature would be disrupted, for
she represented a counterweight to everything that was foul. That kind of woman
had her eyes set on me…
In that age I remained an
angel belonging to another angel, enjoying her to her smallest bits with the
childish purity of my boyish charms, without scruples giving my panache in
return… and when she left, in that single moment when I lost her, for reasons
so obvious to me, my most darling innocence vanished with her. And from those
ruins which remained, I had become something else, something occult – an angel with a dirty face.