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I loved her from that very first moment.
Something in her look attracted me.
I found her expression beautiful and melancholic at once,
like Monna Lisa’s one, but there was more.
“Her hazy smile confused me,
I found that clear immediately.
An only thing was meant to me,
to look for what I couldn’t see”.
It seemed that an invisible veil of indifference was covering her face,
making her feelings inscrutables.
Was she getting sad? Was she getting happy? I couldn't tell…
The only thing I felt, was that underneath that “quiet” she was constantly evolving.
She was a human being in “becoming”, but becoming what?
I caught in her face millions of facets.
Maybe she had been sad a minute ago and now she was getting happy,
or maybe she had just been happy and now she was getting sad…
It was like she had already been, infinite times happy and infinite times sad.
If she was supposed to smile, her smile contained every nuance of happiness.
If that was a pout, her pout contained every nuance of sadness.
Maybe she already lived a million of lives,
maybe she had already “been” a million of times,
and now she was just too tired to be something again.
Maybe she had found the “peace of the Wise”...or maybe she was simply desperate.
Maybe she was screaming and writhing desperately, under that thick veil of “quiet”...
Sometimes despair has got a beautiful,stupid appearance, especially when
it has gone so far to reach the bounds of resignation.
She was something hard to understand and beautiful to enjoy.
she was a dark sunrise and a bright sunset,
she was the twilight, she was the dusk,
she was that special moment of a few seconds when you can’t really tell
if a new day is rising or the old one is dying.
In those few seconds that I could see her,
she was nothing and she was everything to me,
she was beautiful.
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