him & her & everything full of nothing and other way around

One day he woke up in his old bed, imprisoned within four walls worn by time. The musty smell of overflowing sheets smothered the air hovered beneath the old furniture. He stood, adjusting his striped pajama pants and watched his image in the spleen mirror, on a wood beyond recognition.

His face had lost the youth of erstwhile and his youth was lost in a time that even the time was unaware of.  His skin had lost its luster, and his eyes lost its magic. His trembling hands straighten his hair bleached by the time and, with a sad face, he sat on the old rocking chair facing the window and watched the endless in front of him. Wandered through his mind, reliving some memories of the time when he was still belonged to the world, and life was a constant conquest; remembered when his body was still strong and shone a natural beauty coming from an unknown mystery; a time when his smile was a smile and possessed the magic to make true every right lie that his sweet lips pronounced with his own charm. Remembered the loves he loved the bodies he stroked, the lips he kissed; the bottles he poured; the wine he has drunk, and the conquests that he won.

He sat there in that deserted old room, and wandered inside his own mind as if he had caught the first train to the inside of himself, stopping at each station, scanning each album filled with pictures in black and white, others in sepia and others of uncertain color. Each stop was a lost tear on his face, a silent grief that had torn his wrinkles and stabbed his soul, an even greater suffering than the last one. Each stop was a torment…his legs no longer had the strength of the past and it could not take it much further than that old chair lost in that small room.

Then he remembered that one love, his love, and the love he had lost because of his ambition to collect loves and lies. A love lost for failing to care for, for wasting too much time with his own games and false ideologies. For him, she became a good purchased, secured, saved,  but one day he lost it all, his love gone with the wind following a heart, a dream ... then cried at the sadness of having lost the only love that he really loved and the only love that loved him back…truly!

She woke up. Like every morning, since a long time, she rose up with the energy to live her life. She arose from her bed straightening her hair, and she opened the window of her room letting the smell of fresh jasmine come over her.

She looked at the horizon and watched the magnificence of the day. She got dressed, combed her hair and put her old golden necklace that one day she received as a gift. She looked in the mirror as she was looking inside herself. Her expressions couldn´t foolish the time that has gone through her and her skin had lost the glow of the youth and her hands was not as strong as before. However she felt good about herself and her own life.

Downstairs her grandchildren were the usual uproar, running and playing and jumping. Her husband, acting like a child, was teasing the little kids who laughed constantly and happily.

While she put the old golden necklace and listening the euphoria coming from downstairs, she vaguely remembered the man who had offered that thread to her and she could almost feel the yearning unvirgining* her soul.  She felt something strange, normal of a memory lost in the deep of our memory, something not strong enough to come to the surface of the sea of our feelings. Vaguely she reminded of the love that one day she thought was forever, at a time when she did not know the "forever" always has an end. She slight smiled and quickly returned to her own reality.

He lives in martyrdom lamenting a lost love and the loneliness that has taken hold of him, and the sad person he become! He wished to go back on time and steal her heart once more.

She appreciated the present love and happiness of being alive, and being the one she always was! She believed again that “forever” always had a meaning and it does exist. She knew she loved him but then realized he wasn’t the one she supposed to be loving because the right person always come along and will never make her cry…



*unvirgining - a word coined to describe the act of losing one's virginity