Time and love

13/11/2025 Nilson Lattari

In memory of our beloved Tobinho

Hugs sign the meeting among those who have never met before. It’s an encounter of smells and skins linked before these lives happened. At that moment, when lovers felt their first perfumes and touched their hair, sharp breaths like mocking clock pendulums stopped the walk of the pointers of time; two lovers meet in the silent, cosy room to experience a paralysed world that freezes the remembrance of the first kiss.
Time, this wicked and hurried being, roars wildly to the side because it cannot open the door to peek at them, and in turn, that meeting matures and gets older, not in the quiet and paralysed time, but in life and its continuous and terrible finitude.
Who knows a wind, among those funnier, that kisses the leaves like hurried hummingbirds, takes the time cap and enrages it for the undue interruption, and takes it away from that solitary place of the world, hidden from life.
How good it is to embrace for the first time those we love after a long and anxious wait. When we hear a voice only for us, told by bright eyes from stars on faces. Curious clouds around the platinum moon, and asking it: Who are those two lovers?
One day, time, after recovering its cap from the joker, goes to knock on the door and claim what is his. And it goes maturing what should always be green, in eternal loneliness, smelling flowers opening and seeds on the ground, welcoming the youth. Time will teach them that if the last and terrible remembrance is the pain of separation, even all joys lived before are not enough to suffocate the sadness of the last moment. Time is large and patient, always vigilant, and it will allow the green to get older and yellow and challenge reality. It will leave, in the garden of dreams, the mixture of the pain of separation and the joy of remembrance turn a flower called “I miss you”.
When two lovers are separated and one of them goes to eternity, and hugs and caring kisses stop, we have to think that between eternity and the beauty of the reunion, everything is only a simple closing and opening of eyes.

Photo from: Foto de Limor Zellermayer na Unsplash

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