Le robó un beso, uno pequeño y suave, uno taciturno y ansioso, uno que nunca iba a olvidar. Mientras besaba sus mejillas recordó que se tenía que marchar, por eso le mordió los labios hasta hacérselos sangrar. "Recuérdame con dolor, pero recuérdame...", musitó mientras relamía sus labios, probando así el sabor de la despedida.
Y el otro ser lloraba de agonía, se abrazaba a su pecho, se turbaba de melancolía, mientras la sangre le corría. Pudo haber ido tras él, pudo haberle detenido, pero era el dolor tan grande que no pudo hallar otro motivo. Lo miró alejarse, lo observó perderse, mientras el sol se ponía en Oriente...
Las cenizas de su muerte danzaron en su frente.
He stole a kiss, a small and soft one, a taciturn and anxious one, one he would never forget. As he kissed her cheeks he remembered that he had to leave, so he bit her lips until they bled. "Remember me in pain, but remember me..." he mumbled as he licked her lips, tasting the flavor of parting.
And the other being wept in agony, hugged his chest, was troubled with melancholy, as the blood rushed to her. She could have gone after him, she could have stopped him, but the pain was so great that she could find no other reason. She watched him walk away, watched him lose himself, while the sun set in the East....
The ashes of his death danced on her forehead.
— Esu Emmanuel©
