Eyes in the dark

04/05/2021 Nilson Lattari

When your eyes close and the big hall of your memories gets into darkness, your imagination opens a window in your brain and you see my face looking at you, covered by the wide brim of my black conical hat.
Your eyes shine bright in the darkness of your feelings, however they do not produce light. Only my image is drawn inside the poor clarity that comes from the window, like a candle burning slowly while it flicks, dances and splatters. It is the partner of an imaginary wing. You’ve been deluded while my figure starts a mysterious dance.
You imagine you are in front of the origin of your most unanswerable wishes. I could be the woman who would satisfy you. Your eyes gorge me and your hands try to catch me, while I run away to the garden and you’re now watching me from the window.
I extend my hands trying to touch your hands and you follow me. You jump through the window and go to the other world, denser, more vaporous, steamier, plenty of shadows, where you and I are mixed. You ignore your conscience and follow my steps, obedient, thinking that your desires will be a happy end.
You’re wrong.
You’re not in charge, now you’re in my garden, that I know. It has plenty of trails and tricks which you have no idea. You’re completely obsessed with following me, thinking you’ll have me, deluded by my smile, a lovely and seductive poison.
I wear translucent black clothes. If you remember, I promised you my submission, looking at your eyes. But it’s far away from the truth, beyond your ingenuous feelings. You see luxuries and promises, but you don’t know you’re now my eternal captive.
I will be at that window where you opened the imagination, wonderfully. You’ll be there, always, when your eyes close and your conscious is occupied with dreams.
Sleep! While I make up magical fantasies, speaking to you in unintelligible formulas, incredible words getting out from my mouth. Therefore, you translate them in accordance with your wishes.
Don’t lie to yourself about our final battle since you decided to jump from your window to here. Because I’m a witch, a lovely woman calling you. In fact, you’re a Harlequin wearing colorful clothes, who jumps from the window of imagination, thinking that I’m an imaginary sweet and attractive Columbine.
Your eyes see only what you want to see, while I take your hands, imagining everything that I can do against you. You go on, imagining you are the Charming Prince and I’m just the next ingredient getting into the magic cauldron.
But when the daylight arrives, the day that you will never forget, and if you are walking in the street, in the pavements, I might be that black cat crossing the street. Suddenly, it stops, looks at you with a grin and quickly goes to its den looking forward to our next meeting.