Still looking at me.
You seemed almost surprised on what I had just said you.
“I had almost the same your experience: while i was walking in the street, I been approached by a woman who selling some trinket, as earrings, rings, bracelets, candles, little crystal balls and other stuff.
She took my hand, and as soon she took it, she looked at me as if she knew who I was.
I was alone.
While she had still my hand, she said me: «I see in you eyes, that you’re still looking for her. I want to give you these magical stones: with the time, they will speak to you: you must to listen to them.
They will speak to your heart, to your soul».
She haven’t wanted that I pay them.
When she gave them to me, she said me «Two souls that reunites themselves, has no price, now go!»
I was moving myself here: I had all still the boxes closed scattered around the house. I had much work to do, but when I was returned at home with these pink stones, I have not make anything else.
I remember, I settled myself on the sofa, and I stared them all day.
I was remembering something of those signs, when I was a child.
I had a jolt when I have realized that.
My grandma kept a notebook with those symbols with their meaning.
When she has died, has been one of thing that she has wanted me I had.
That notebook was still inside of the boxes.
Fortunately the notebook was inside the box of my grandpa’ stuff, and from that night, I’ve started to make mine them.”
We remained, at least speechless, for five minutes. We were looking at us one stunned.
We had exceeded another limit of our awareness, of our life together.
In a whisper you have continued: “When I saw Kenaz on your bracelet, everything has comeback in my mind.”
You was looking at me as the first time in the bar.
We were feeling our hearts expands themselves as inside a liquid. slowly, and softly.
In those instants we were looking for to understand something else more, but was impossible.
Our emotions were wrapping us, and the only thing we could hide in was our glance, while we tightening us tenderly our hands.”