Colours of Life. Soar .

      The more she looked, the less she grasped,

      while sensing the attraction of a magnet’s trust.

      “Do I know you? Were you…following me?”

      “I am not sure about before

      but now I’m sure I wouldn’t want to leave...”

      Her white sank into his eyes, like fair sand before mahogany.

      Beyond time’s limits, their thoughts acclaimed a silent speech

      of déjà-vu values to relive,

      their contrasting skins up close, praising the whole harmony,

      like north and south embraced in sin, completing the earth’s needs

      to perpetuate dreams within reality.

      “What was that important thing you wished to tell me?”

      She paused her heart from beating dangerously.

      “The line, I’ve waited my whole life to say, should I ever find you.”

      She stopped his lips from moving; she knew it, instantly:

      “This was meant to be.”

      BLACK AND LIFE

      He was a soul, forever condemned by the gods of colours to never see a rainbow in bloom; cast in deep forests to run away from his own sight, until the night came to give him the loneliness of his own shadow. His name was Nodin and he used to be the strongest of all creatures and living species, before he had been doomed to be deprived of feelings. During the day he would prance over the voidness of fields, where no creature could perceive his majesty; at night he would hide in the depth of caves consumed by his own cruel fate. Until one day, or night, no longer distinguished by his sighs, he missed the light so much that a tear came out of the nothingness of his heart. Then, a tiny miracle entwined: a seed fell upon the earth he shadowed in dark.

      He hid it deep in the soil and, every night, he came back to shed a new tear so that it would grow into whatever he hoped for. Indeed, the seed grew before his eyes into a riveting plant. She was small and frail, but soon grew strong, wrapped by his care at night, watered by the sorrows of his life. Until she fell for the mysterious black, who could not feel a thing, but gave her everything. When she reached her size to claim a right in the reign of the divine, she asked him if he had a wish to be redeemed.

      “I want to see the light again”, he begged. The lords of the universe could not concede such strength; they knew he was too thirsty and would consume his counterpart, depriving the whole world of its happy right, the sun. Yet, they were touched by his true core, who nurtured for so long an imprint of his own soul: a plant of love. And even though he had been condemned to never see her wondrous growth again, he was given the most important task: to be the guardian of the sky at night, to shelter the space of light until the dawn rose. to be a tiny part of hope for the rainbow to come and enchant eyes and hearts.

      And, except for one plant who loved him every night, no one could see that Nodin was, from then on, happy.