A Legend Of Love

This is a story that shouldn't be told of a love that shook heaven and earth whose memory lives until nowadays It is discussed among the leaves and fruits of trees it is whispered by te feathers of birds and the eyes of snakes Two young people, in centuries unknown and ages forgotten fell madly in love, so much that the world around them was singing The lad, whose name is taken away by the dust of wind and the lass, whose face has set with the last rays of the solstice they tied their fates so tightly that even Alexander's sword couldn'tsplit them up And everyone was happy with their love that like it no traveler who wanders in the universe has seen or heard or even thought about. But the Darkness was jealous, like a witch's curse, inhuman and envious and whipped the parents' thoughts until it sculpt them to give them a shape that it found suitable They forbade their love, using pretexts and excuses, whistles of the wind, insensitive and cruel. A cloudless night, warm, with stars so bright the lovers met again, hidden from all they came to each other they hugged so tight, looked deep in their eyes and uniting their lips from a mountain top they flew, into the abyss they were gone no humans or beasts or birds saw them again Only when time marks the day of their suicide two angels bring the tortured youth and let their souls to reunite and the birds are singig and the wild animals are calming down the moon sheds all its light that keeps from the sun the rivers for a single moment hold their water, they dry their springs up and the whole creation mourns the two lovers because they have but a single tiny moment to meet again, to sing together and in an erotic dance to die off And they have to wait when to meet again Woe to the souls of those people who imbeded such a love so magical that has not an ending anymore.