parked his car and watched her walk toward me. His walk dancer and very proud of my senses peaked. It seemed a fashion model and my admiration grew a little more when I hugged one of those immortal grips. She kissed me rather was a brush of lips and took my hand so that we delve into the park. After passing the area of \u200b\u200bthe swings went up several steps and there was the real entertainment of the place: The forest. breathes peace and calmness. We traveled along a path until it decided to bet on one side of an old tree. We sat on a bench and talked. Very little that we had to say in words. We were aware they were coming. We wanted to kiss. Kiss a lot. That might be one in a place like this, calm, full of natural energy. He kissed me and his kiss was not a timid touch, but the storm had expected. We got up from the bench and paths through the tree. We jumped some roots up to the trunk. There's cornered and cornered me. Kiss kiss after our thoughts were deserting this world and ...
... the tree began to move. Drown the cry of fear to see that the tree is opened exposing the heart and the bark indicated how many years shared between humans and he existed. Many pictures came in the brightness of the rings: Layer upon layer the crust moving to see others leaving
lovers ... ... first we saw a woman and a mulatto Taino. They were calling it under their names. She wore clothes cacica and answered to the name of Yuisa. He, Pedro Mejías, enfolded her in his arms and slowly possessed ...
image ... after that we left open the trunk to see an old man digging a hole to plant the ashes of his beloved ...
... jumped to a newlywed couple with a knife carving their names into the bark. We saw carved their names still there despite wearing clothes that denoted that it had happened for over a century ...
... after two teenagers seeking their mouths in the timidity of a warm kiss ...
Image after image, the tree, we offered a range of events related to visitors to that place.
When you close the trunk, everything seemed back to normal. I say "seemed" because we noticed that the birds sing louder, the wind was more enjoyable, the peace that was present told us that if we undressed there, we could love each other without any human interference. Suddenly the tree branches move and dropped thousands of green leaves. Gaping see the tree and then we looked. He invited us to use a confidant. Its leaves would be our bed and inadvertently embraced.
wrapped in our arms and thirsty for love we jump to the ground. We completely undressed. Undressed flesh and spirit. Started pouring rain and we realized that the rain did not wet; stroked. The earth seemed to open and engulf us. We become tree roots. Intertwined, she and I, we hear beating.
- A tree with heart - I said.
- A heart with roots - mentioned it.
Despite being buried and supports the tree be zigzagged loving our bodies with absolute vehemence. She arched her back before the close undress moisture sensitive interior. And he stripped, no drop was to dress ... I for my part I, literally, a volcano. Buried there, in that paradise, our kisses did not cease, but became the caress bound and in the rebirth of our desire ...
Rato after the rain, the light that filtered through the branches woke us up. The prodigious tree still dancing. The roots gave off bright flashes trailing harmony. Both the tree and look grateful agree that we would be in the parade of events that would show someone else. When we got to his knees together and pay respect, as if he were a god, the ancient tree whose roots soul mates had just been part of nature itself ...
_______________________________________________________________ * The Tree and the Butterfly. Painting by Stephanie M. Negrón at age 10.
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