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The sky has never gone down... even for a dream, even for a love but nevertheless something makes him setting from the Earth's far off peacks and aiming his eyes at deepness. Darkness left backward is broken through by an alive light which seem to be passed away neither by the most freakish wind. The sky...with stars...with clouds, the wind with sun with flowers are acting in a theatre piece not only like a simple scenary, like real characters, like advisers.
The Sun was born prince, but his spirit didn't resist and he yielded his greatness for wordly pleasures. The Moon mother promised fot him to be and even if in day or night she would reign, in boundless beside him she will be.
With unknown witchcrafts and tears from clouds weeped, Moon asked the Earth to give Sun a moment of happyness and let his spirit from love to drink. Earth loving the Moon kissed her tears and offered the Sun an unforgotten story. He chased the spirit in the middle of desert's dunes until finding that man who can make from wild paradise.
For a long time the Sun was in love and he was overflowing his warm light on a single face, blackened by his beams it was emphasizing two blue eyes which by happyness to see only for him they were shinning. These two eyes were the mirror of an immortal soul, fighter, but frail, alone, fearful. It was looking in solitude for somebody reliable, but everybody appreciated only what they saw from the first sight: a luring body of an alone woman.





















RO:
Cerul nu a coborat niciodata...nici de dragul unui vis,...nici chiar de dragul unei iubiri si totusi ceva il face sa apuna de pe culmile indepartate ale Pamantului si sa isi indrepte privirea spre profunzime.Intunericul lasat in urma este strapuns de o lumina vie care pare sa nu fie stinsa nici de cel mai capricios vant.Cerul cu stelele cu norii, vantul cu soarele cu florile joaca intr-o piesa de teatru nu doar ca simplu decor, ca personaje reale, ca sfatuitori.
Soarele s-a nascut print, dar spiritul lui nu a rezistat si placerilor lumesti maretia a cedat. Luna mama i-a promis sa-i fie si chiar de zi sau noapte ar domni, alaturi in infinit ii va fi. Prin magii necunoscute si lacrimi din nori varsate, Luna a rugat Pamantul Soarelui o clipa de fericire sa ii dea si spiritul lui din iubire sa bea. Pamantul iubind Luna, lacrimile i le-a sarutat si i-a oferit Soarelui povestea de neuitat. I-a gonit sufletul printre dunele de nisip ale desertului pana la gasirea celui care din pustiu sa faca Rai.
Soarele de ceva vreme era tare indragostit si lumina calda si-o revarsa asupra unui singur chip; innegrit de ale sale raze scotea in evidenta doi ochi albastri care de bucurie ca il vedeau numai pentru el straluceau. Acesti doi ochi erau oglinda unui suflet nemuritor, luptator, dar firav, singur, naucitor. Cauta in singuratate pe cineva de incredere, dar nimeni nu aprecia decat ceea ce vedea: trupul imbietor al unei femei singure.