Penmanship

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I got clear every single face of that die,or well that day.It happened to be just a casual mass of time,which,for once,reached a spiritual semblance.She was sitting on a bench,so far from my routine,my room,but just a glimpse was enough for me to realize how much that body was little and how much vital could be for my entire progress in that period,reincarnating in some ways a missing segment on the circle.To be honest,my geometric shape was rolling fast breathing liberty,joy,but devoid of a good habitat where to grow.Her eyes and her moves where talking loudly,she seemed willing to open up but not to share completely any inner battles.I was amazed by such a beauty never seen before,so i sat close,hungry of knowledge.The sun was a big candle above us,i felt enlightened also by the nature,"Such a great day here" i said " yeah....i love this and i always wonder how ice statues can live below zero" she told it so confident inside a tiny dress of flowers,"I guess they are simply used to it..since birth...maybe they think the same concept about us" she looked at me with a soft grin which shouted youth all over the area,but at the same time with the appeal of a girl who considers her personal diary a bible."Yes they could....and they actually do it,but they love this place,they love it" kinda puzzled,i wanted to understand better "So why don't you explore deeper their lives and perhaps you gonna like it as well..".While talking she was moving fastly the fingers like playing with keys,but on a piece of white cloth."I did it my friend but,listen,the problem is that a lot of them in the past claimed to have me,to own me....i just have no reasons to belong to someone...i fought to sit here in peace,and,everyone can tell me "i'm yours" and i'm gonna appreciate it,yet keeping my freedom tight with a line,they hate that temperature but they would never admitt it".It was well explained,but the feeling of conquering a human...i've never got it,i guess it's an overpowering action..and she said it with bitterness making me more curios about her story,by the way,i was wishing to fall asleep on her shoulder to receive nutrion by dreams as juicy fresh fruits.Her innocence and passion were more than alcoholic,for example,if i sip a glass of rum,in the following hours i will be back again at the reality,but with her,the thrill would be unstoppable.I couldn't stop to stare at those facial features,and every motion,as touching the hair,was breeze for my lungs.Suddenly i became bare of comments,as if the short conversation took me to a journey,a special one,where you can just watch around and let the colors allure you,she finished the accurate work,sewing down the last letter in blue,then turning the glance at me "Do you like it?" on the tissue there was written "Paradise is a made up word for those who desire it".I dived inside the sentence pursuing for more,i could say a lot but i didn't,she stood up in a flounce getting my attention on the mistakeless nuances along her anatomy made by a natural chisel,suddenly i understood we had to separate our ways."I need to go,there's else to achieve and accomplish for me down there" pointing briefly the finger to the valley "Has been a pleasure meeting you,you'll find me here whenever you want" she smiled relaxed,walking toward her direction,i was happy about such an encounter,but not fully satisfied,with regrets extanded in the mind,then i decided to ask the most obvious question "Excuse me...what's your name?" she answered inherent to herself "I won't tell you my first name,otherwise you'll remember only me and not anyone else like me,but if you really need to address me in a way...you can just call me....island" two minutes,two hours,two days...i don't know....but i will meet her again,in this or another lifetime.

(To my journey rich of mystique times and friendship in the Seychelles Islands)