Nayra-LeVent

(DEBORAH'S VIEW, FROM MY NOVEL "SMOKE BUTTERFLY") The sound of that music was taking over my senses. I closed my eyes trying to taste it inside my mouth, to absorb its  essence and let it consume my soul. Yes, this was everything I ever needed; the simple action of merging myself into art itself, in any of its forms. The violin rose to the sky as volatile as the wind, carrying textures and colors with it. The voice of a woman seemed to follow it, being the main center of any piece, showing the absolute power of our own body and soul. I smiled, pleased; it was my turn to go into stage. The lights went out as I entered slowly, my eyes closed

Today I realized what was the reason why I was so strong that day you humiliated me and went away. That reason is simple, my dear: I felt love for you. I know it doesn't makes sense, but it is a reality. I was completely lost in you, consumed (now I realize) by your fragile existence; absorbed by the instincts you woke up in me. That love kept my soul safe. In the other hand, you were guided by the titanic forces of envy, arrogance and superficiality, which became vines that concealed the most beautiful flower within their bowels. If you loved me, those feelings were hiding that love. You were one of those passions that dazzle like the sun