Nona

“Frozen in time, captured in memories, filled in passion, she melted in love before his eyes.”
― Luffina Lourduraj

“But I need to, I want to, tell you, that you coming back into my life is the greatest adventure that I have ever been on! And not because of the danger, not because of the uncertainty, none of that excites me... but because of the fact that in the midst of the worst storm, I came to know a person who makes my soul feel found, and home, and full, and seen, and heard. If I were to lay with you in a graveyard, buried by the Earth, I would still feel seen and heard and found and never forgotten. Because your bones would be with my bones. So I am thankful for the storm I've known because of you, because in the eye of that storm, we have been together. And it's not ideal and it's not what other people want and it's not even what we want for each other, but I feel that there is no such thing as a "wrong time", because there is Elohim who directs the timing of all things. And if I were to have never met you in the eye of the storm, I would have gone through a life missing out on something that I was born to know. You. (A Love Letter, Copyright ©️ 2019; C. JoyBell C.)”
― C. JoyBell C.

“كتب فرانز كافكا الى "ميلينا" :
تتوهمين ، فلن تستطيعي البقاءَ إلى جانبي مدّة يومين .. أنا رخوٌ، أزحفُ على الأرض
أنا صامتٌ طول الوقت، انطوائيٌّ، كئيبٌ، متذمرٌ، أنانيٌّ وسوداويّ.
هل ستتحملين حياة الرهبنة، كما أحياها ؟
أقضي معظمَ الوقتِ محتجزاً في غرفتي أو أطوي الأزقَّة وحدي.
هل ستصبرين على أن تعيشي معي بعيدة كلياً عن والديكِ وأصدقائكِ بل وعن كل علاقة أخرى, ما دام لا يمكنني مطلقاً تصور الحياة الجماعية بطريقةٍ مغايرة؟
لا أريدُ تعاستكِ يا "ميلينا" ..أخرجي من هذه الحلقةِ الملعونةِ التي سجنتكِ فيها، عندما أعماني الحب !

فردت عليه "ميلينا" : " و إنْ كنتَ مجرّد جثّة في العالم .. فأنا أحبّك”
― كافكا

“It is December in Paris. It was already December when I set out from Luanda, leaving the radiance of your gaze behind me. And it will be December yet, even after the month is over, and then will come only more December and winter, and December again and always the same, until l come back to the Sunny Season, and the land which is lit everywhere, always, by your gaze.”
― José Eduardo Agualusa, Nação Crioula