Their beauty had fascinated her. And they were only leaves, what is true special, from a tree like any other. She had begun studying them, beginning from the tree which was sheltering them. It was tall and hardy, neither too thick, neither too thin, in the youth’s bloom and of strength, slightly smelling of spring-summer...
It kept also many branches, with leaves from long ago, like in a time lost for good, eased of passions, profoundly absent to what surrounded it. Life was like a thin ivy, twined around the years, like a prolonged groan was its rise and fall. What it was about to be, sometimes, after countless departures of the sisters which loved it, they loved a spring-summer and they hated then an autumn-winter. When she had seen them for the first time, she had become dazzled by the emotion. She had come out in the street, wondering at the beginning of summer, being glad of the difficult feelings which had invaded her senses. Loving the abstract, she knew she was going to be surrounded by question marks and doubts. But, after all, the kiss of the night had hastened the yearning for life and the desire to walk grabbed her. She had started on the long street coming from the park and had gone until she had found its end. There, at the entrance in the green area, she felt the best. A simple park and yet... She knew she was going to like it and was glad at the thought that she was going to admire. Some leaves. The disserted alleys had slowly turned purple, bighting her lips in the grey pavement. Among the footsteps of the few passer-by, they sniffed and breathed, forming a huge benumbed body which was giving oxygen to the entire city. She stepped boldly, quietly, feeling she was getting nearer. She wished they were still in the tall tree, that nobody had took them, that they hadn’t fallen down, that they hadn’t broken or had gotten lost. The wondering-joy rushed to her cheeks when she saw them. From a branch bent towards the ground they tamely watched the passers-by. They were ten, like the fingers a hand, beautiful, fire red, and green like the yellow autumn. Of all the tree, the sun had stopped only above them. The others were erased and uninteresting, thus she came closer and touched them. The red ones. They slightly jerked, like the dolphin which caresses the water, wishing it closer and further away. She smiled slightly and watched them for a minute. Then she went on her way, through the days, leaves, on hidden paths. Eva.
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