At us one in another and around us seemed everything could explode in at any time.
Everything seemed suspended. The air. Our hearts, our words. It was like our movements were slowed. You was touching my face and i felt the sweetness of your hand reaching my skin.
It seemed was everything ok, but something it was about to happen.
Your eyes were piercing me from their beauty, and i believe also my eyes were doing the same. We didnt have moves ourselves for a lot of time.
But outside of our appartament we were listening to some sweet recalls.
Slowly were awakening ourselves from this suspended atmosphere, but we didnt take our eyes off fom one another. For taking again to breathe, we have took our hands we had start to make little breathes, then a last deep breathe. Our eyes were always stare one in another.
Then we had take a look at the window of the bedroom and we had seen the little one of the Morgur that with his shrill voice called us, and the two Markùts looking at us.
‘It seems they have something of very important to say us’ you said.
I was putting on something more comfortable, but it was always suitable for the place we were.
We went downstairs and we came out. The Markùts didnt have say nothing, but we understood that we had to follow them.
In our hearts we had know that everytime the Markùts wanted show us something, it was always much important.
But this time it wasnt something that they wanted show us, but someone.
With the Markùts by our side, we had across the Fenkuz’s bush, where he still was sleeping, the Morgur village, where we had see the big one who was looking for the little one meanwhile directed the leaner one, and we had also across the Opal, but this time we didnt entered in of it.
The Markùts knew another walkway to across the Opal.
It seemed a second walkway that skirted the Opal.
It was tight, and enough long. It seemed that it didnt take it to anywhere, instead it had to take somewhere.
The Markùts didnt have say nothing and we wanted respect their will, also if we were making us many questions. One on all ‘Where are they taking us to?’
After the long walk trought this tight way another great valley it opened itself in front of us.
There the Markùts stopped themselves and with their sweet faces, they left make us understand that from now we had to go on only us and we would have understand where to go.”