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BLACK

BLACK AND ONE

Mysterious

milestone colour of art and universe,

never too much nor too vast

when it engulfs the light it constantly emits

from the charcoal of poor hands

to the ebony of individuals and ideologies,

unbound by their own boundaries,

playing with centuries, while played by societies.

It is nothing as such

yet it lives in the fear of the human mind,

unhappy and doomed to outline

constraint or the unknown

magic of another world;

and still, endowed by human conscience to engage cultures,

to age, to mourn, to be reborn from ashes

up to the present surface of fashion.

And then, it grows into life,

hued by nature and colours around,

eager to escape reality’s ends

for the quintessence of art’s elegance --

dark knight, romanticism’s sigh,

or skin sun-kissed with sensuality;

lost in taboos, lusted for its truth,

black is beautiful.

BLACK AND TWO

“What if I told you something that would sound so crazy,

would you believe me?”

That’s how, out of nowhere, the black silhouette approached a lady

in a dusk setting of a forgotten midday scenery,

where she was kissing the sweetness of a hazelnut ice-cream

to appease the passion of her secret wishes.

“Excuse me?”

“I couldn’t help noticing the book you’re carrying.”

“It’s Celestial, my favourite.”

She raised her eyes to search beyond that voicing mystery.

And there he was, dark and tall, carrying the same details:

same book, same look, even the same ice-cream.

“Who was he, how dare he approach her heart in that way?

Was that a prank, a stalker, or just destiny?”

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.